I really wasn’t going to post again about beer today — especially as there’s a slim possibility that E.g.’s teetotalling father may occasionally peek at this blog — but this story is too good not to write up immediately.
We buy our beer in sixpacks. One carton in the coat closet takes up very little room, and two cartons are still modest, cozy lodgers. So we tend to be lazy, and forget to return the empties for the deposit when we go to buy more suds.
After several weeks things come to a head, as it were: we must either stop buying beer, or throw out some shoes. Then there’s the third alternative, so this afternoon, on the way to the grocery store, I dropped off three sixpacks and two extra empty bottles at the Beer Store, and received $2.60.
Then I headed over to the Cheap Thrills grocer’s. Pasta for supper tonight, so let’s see, a big fat green pepper, three “portobellini” (oversized cremini or undersized portobello) mushrooms, and a tin of Romano beans oughta do it. We already have the crushed tomatoes, garlic, pasta, and seasonings at home.
The beans were a great deal at 69¢. The produce items needed to be weighed to determine their price; the green pepper was 88¢ and the mushrooms came to $1.02. The total, for this expedition, was $2.59.
It’s almost as if the Beer Store paid me 1¢ to get groceries.