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| Crying in his beer |
I once worked as a patrol driver. On the weekends I got to work the day shift. Part of where I had to patrol and do post checks included a light industrial area. One of the clients in that area was a brewery.
There were always a lot of transients looking for cans or pallets or whatever. I saw the same ones all the time and one I will call Joe. Joe and I went back aways as soon as I started working that shift I met him. He was always friendly and cooperative. He was about forty, thin with a great deal of curly brown hair. Needless to say Joe knew where to go to get the goodies in the area and the time to come get them.
One day I pulled into the brewery. The workers there were busy dumping out some beer in a storm drain they said went bad. That was the first time I saw them doing it, so I of course stopped to talk with them (as it turned out of course, they were indeed not supposed to dump the beer down the gutter as I thought, but thats another story). When was talking to the brewery employees about dumping the the beer, Joe appeared.
Joe immeadiatly said "hey don't do that I'll take it!" The brewey employees explained to him that the beer was bad, that it was not drinkable. Then as I looked over at Joe I saw a very sad sight that I will never forget.
A full grown man standing next to a puddle of beer watching it going down the drain crying. Literally crying. Tears streaming down his face and sobbing. It was sureal. After a coulple minutes he walked away still crying to himself. |
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