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Steven Coulson
Steven has been drinking beers, wines and spirits for decades and has a propensity to go about them at length after a few drinks.
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A Hilarious Misunderstanding at the Grocery Store
In a seemingly ordinary trip to the grocery store, a little misunderstanding led to an unexpected incident that turned a simple beer purchase into a comedic story worth telling. Allow me to share the highlights from an evening that took place during a summer sunset in Orlando.
The Setup
It was around 8 PM when my wife and I decided to make a quick stop at our favorite local Publix for some essentials—milk and eggs. Knowing that friends were visiting the next day, I also grabbed a case of 12 Blue Moon beers. My wife stayed in the car with the engine running, thinking I’d be right back.
An Unlikely Encounter
After just a few minutes inside, I exited the store, juggling a bag of dairy products and a case of Blue Moon. As I made my way back to the car, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. A massive figure was quickly approaching. This guy looked like he had just walked off a bodybuilding stage—huge muscles, a classic tank top, and a buzzed mohawk.
He shouted, “HEY!” and when I responded, he immediately zeroed in on my purchase: “You buying Blue Moon?”
“Absolutely! It’s been a favorite of my dad and me for years,” I replied.
His reaction was nothing short of explosive. “MUTHAAA FUCKA! DAMN RIGHT! These guys keep telling me it’s PUSSY-ASS-SHIT, but I tell them it’s a FUCKIN MAN’S drink!” He wasn’t holding back, clearly passionate about his beer of choice.
As we exchanged our mutual love for Blue Moon, it quickly transcended my expectation of a casual conversation. This big guy launched into a spirited defense of the beer, dismissing any notion that it was a “fruity” drink, even ribbing his pals for their judgments.
A Misinterpretation
Our enthusiastic exchange led to an unexpected moment of camaraderie. Since our hands were full, we leaned in for a quick chest bump before I headed back to my car. However, there was one thing that hadn’t crossed my mind: my wife was waiting in the vehicle, witnessing the entire scene unfold from a distance.
As I approached the car, I heard honking and realized she was in a state of panic. Tears filled her eyes as she yelled, “What the HECK WAS THAT?!?!? ARE YOU