Sunny day, Sweepin' the Clouds Away!

I'm watching Sesame Street right now and I'm not ashamed to say so.

It's a pretty nice morning. Had a homemade cinnamon roll, cup of coffee and watching a little Sesame Street. Much like childhood. Except sub the coffee for milk. I used to LOVE Sesame Street! I love Snuffleupagus. By far the best. But since when is Big Bird such a pretty boy? Seems like one to me. I spent a good minute trying to remember Grover's name and noticed for the first time that it looks like Cookie Monster is made of a lush velour fabric. I bet he's soft to the touch.

Today's letter was X and the number 17 in case you wanted to know.

OH HEY! Elmo is playing football right now and the song playing? On Wisconsin! YES! Elmo likes balls. Hehehe. (I shouldn't make Sesame Street dirty!)

Moving on.

The other day at work while facing liquor, I witnessed what I like to call a budding male strictly heterosexual romance. A man crush if you will between to married men. I decided to write a story. A story called....

A Brewing Romance over Pale Ales and Pilsners

As I stood facing the masses of distilled liquor I heard the squeaky approach of a shopping cart draw near. I glanced over my shoulder, one hand on a bottle of vodka the other on the shelf to see who was coming. A customer, who looked as if they would have no need for me so I continued on my facing duties. Then I heard it. The love call for every male residing in the state of Wisconsin. "Do you like beer?" At this I turned once more to see what was going on behind me. There stood two men, one looking at the varieties of cool barely based beverages with a slight contemplating expression, the other the possessor of the shopping cart, the one who asked the question. I did not know their names nor their purposes but I was intrigued at their story. Since I did not know their names, in my head I assigned them ones. Beer man and confused man. I continued to listen as I made my way down the line towards the Gin. The man who was looking at the beer before his savior came along answered that he did indeed like beer. With that the two were off, talking like a bunch of giddy school girls on the last day of class. The beer of choice they were discussing was none other then the local brewers majesty: New Glarus beer. Confused man said he wanted to try the Stout but the store did not have any in stock. (New Glarus was on sale that week and when it is, it goes faster than a contraband cake at fat camp) Beer man then launched into a glowing review of New Glarus' selection. He asked the man his preference in taste, if he liked his beer hoppy or not. The man replied, one of which I could not make out since by now I was on the other side of the shelf bringing forth boxed wine for all to see. The conversation continued on, as the men discussed beer that they liked, beer that their wives liked and beer that confused man should try. I could tell it was a brewing romance of strait men once beer man brought to light another local beer that is loved by many and all. Capital. To unearth such a jewel in a few short minutes to a man from a different state,(ah yes, the two men had discussed confused man's origin already. Another tall tale sign that it was a romance of sorts) Beer man dispensed his knowledge on Capital's selection to confused man in the same caring way a mother teaches her child the beauty of tying his shoes, carefully and encouraging. Beer man informed confused man that Capital Amber is in fact the beer that is probably the most well known and liked of all of their brews. He then shed his light upon the subjects of Island Wheat and the sensation of seasonal beers. Shortly after the two parted ways with a shake of the hand and a longing look. I peaked through the barrier of wine bottles to watch the men go in their separate ways. Confused man left the liquor section and beer man lingered a moment longer. In my head I thought to myself that this was a perfect start to any relationship. A bonding between two men over the beverage most associated with a man's man. Beer. Yes the two men were in fact betrothed as declared early in the conversation but it was a story of the ages. Courtly straight man love. This sign of such instant friendship made my pessimistic outlook on the human race look invalid. If two men, complete strangers could come together within minutes over the simplest thing such as beer, then perhaps there is hope for the rest of the race. I kept this thought in my head as I continued on with the liquor. I was mid-Merlot when I was paged back to the front end to do my hired duty. And once again, within minutes after the proclamation over absurd prices of cherries I found myself once again doubting humanity. But then my mind went back to a short time ago when I witnessed just the opposite. When I witnessed a brewing romance over Pale Ales and Pilsners.

The End!

Ah. Such a story melts my heart.

In other work related news... Some woman, after I asked her for her ID cause we have to card everyone for alcohol, said "that's right I wasn't going to shop here anymore. I know it's policy but I think it's asinine." First two things went through my head. One, who uses the word asinine anymore and two, I wanted to say "Well if that's how you feel then you can kiss my asinine." Do people really think I give a rat's ass if they shop at the store? They be crazzzzy! I could care less.

Ok. Enough. My day off is still young, I shall go enjoy it.