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The other day my wife suggested we knock off for the day, sit on her porch swing, and have a beer. It was hot and she didn't have to ask twice.

Now years ago, when my folks bought Saturday night beer, they bought tap beer, $1 for a gallon, bring your own jug. So when I was old enough, I learned to drink beer from a tall glass, something I prefer to this day. Maybe add a little salt to it.

So there we were, me drinking my beer from a glass, my wife directly from the can. The conversation was light and pleasant, the beer cold and refreshing.

I had drunk about 2/3's of my beer when I noticed a fly had flew into my glass and apparently drowned. Since it looked like an overgrown fruit-fly, and not one of those other kind that eats bad stuff, I thought maybe I could just remove it and finish the beer. I figured it was likely sterilized anyway.

So I tried to reach in with my finger and dip the fly out. The only thing is, the glass was too tall to reach that far with my finger. It was then that I figured that if I just tipped the glass, the fly might come closer to the edge.

But, no, the fly just floated further to the back of the glass. Every time I tipped it, no matter which way I turned the glass. Dammit. Then I got to thinking, if the fly stayed way back, I could probably safely drink some of the beer and theoretically corner it by less area left to float in. I furtively watched as I slowly sipped. You can't watch if you drink from a can.

That didn't work like I thought. I was able to safely drink most of the beer by carefully watching the fly inevitably stay to the back like it was some kind of law. Although it still mostly floated to the back, I felt it just wasn't safe to take that last swallow.

Then I thought maybe I could just turn the glass and the fly would get stuck on the side, leaving the beer in the clear. This worked beautifully and I recommend the method. I think it's something like panning for gold.

But just as I was about to take that last clean swallow, I could see that the fly was NOT drowned, but was just passed out. The dang critter was starting to crawl around in a drunken stupor. Then I got to thinking. What's the first thing that happens when a inebriated creature, who has obviously had too much beer, is woke up?

I don't care if it was just a large fruit-fly. I couldn't drink that last swallow knowing what always happens. Heck, I thought he was just dead. I had to pour the rest of the beer out and get a new one. I hate to do that ...but scruples are scruples.

I thought I'd throw this random story in here about a random event that happened to me. I had a hard time finding a good place for it here in the lounge. Hope you don't mind, Mike.

I hope the bugs stay out of everyone's beer for the fourth. Cheers.

Wes

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