I saw the String cheese post so I thought I’d share my own “slightly beyond best before date” consumable. I used to have two of them that I had found in my attic under some insulation, but the other one froze in my garage and broke open. (No, it did NOT smell pleasant. I’m pretty sure whatever vile liquid is in that thing does not resemble beer in any way, shape, or form.)
It’s perched on a flashlight to try and show the sediment that’s built up on the bottom of the bottle.
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A storage room in the basement of my parents’ house had a huge amount of liquor and wine. They weren’t alcoholics, professors just always bring a bottle of something with them when they come over for dinner. Because they weren’t alcoholics, most of it sat there for years. I remember they had cans of Michelob from the 70s when I was in high school in the 90s. They still had pull tabs instead of pop tabs.
I stole a lot of that liquor as a teenager, but I left that beer alone.
One set of foster parents I lived with had a bar in the basement. My foster brother and I used to sneak shots of the hard stuff, then top up the levels with water to make it look like it wasn’t touched. Thankfully they didn’t really drink either so we didn’t get busted for a long time doing that.
So your saying you did get busted? I’ve got a spare minute for story time.
Mike (my foster dad at the time) had decided to relax one eve and have a drink when he noticed it was looking a lot lighter colored than it should as he was pouring it and commented on it. (It was probably nearly 50% water at that point, as were several other bottles.)
Of course we denied any knowledge of what could have possibly happened but he pretty much figured it out on the first sip. After his screaming rant he ended up grounding us for I think a month(?) (I was in grade 7, this was a long time ago.) not that it mattered to me… I was a bit of a dick back then and just wouldn’t come home after school anyway. I lived there for a couple more months before my foster mom had a nervous breakdown (not entirely related to that particular incident) and I was shipped to a different home outside the city.
Thanks for sharing. I can’t imagine the challenges of going through the foster system. I would have had my ass handed to me if I tried something like that.
There wasn’t anything in foster care that could surpass the reasons I was in foster care to begin with. I kind of liked it to be honest… I could swap out foster parents/group homes whenever things got rough, and I was kind of a tough kid to deal with. After 7 homes, I ended up living on my own since I was 17.