Sir…?: A Pick-Up Line Hubby Can Get Behind

We have company this Easter weekend and my grocery list included beer. I am not a beer drinker and I am a poor beer purchaser. I asked Hubby to be as specific as possible in this regard. He said Bell’s or Founder’s (two Michigan breweries) and a total of three six-packs: a stout, a pale ale and an IPA. It was the most information I’d ever headed into a store with and I felt pretty confident until I actually got to the beer aisle. It turned out to be a little more complicated than my list allowed for.

I looked around and saw a competent-looking man confidently adding a six-pack to his own cart. I was not going to let this chance pass me by. I went up to him and said, “Sir? You look like a man who knows how to buy beer. I have a list but it’s not helping me.”

He promptly pulled his ear buds out and said, “I heard ‘beer’ and ‘help’ in the same sentence and knew I was needed. What’s up?”

I explained my predicament. Guests from Wisconsin who enjoyed beer. Us wanting to serve something local. The cheesehead likes dark beer, Hubby’s on the lighter side.

Sir took me on a tour of Meijer’s beer aisle explaining this and that. He expressed his hopes that this would be drunk during the Final Four (it was, we’re in Spartan country). His #1 recommendation was a no-go as he was personally purchasing the last of it from the shelf and he couldn’t give it up.

By the time we were done he had talked me into buying four six-packs instead of three, for reasons that currently elude me but that seemed perfectly reasonable at the time. I knew then that this was a pick-up situation that Hubby could get behind.

Thanks, Sir!