It was the end of a long week. I was ready to kick back, crack open one of Miluakee’s finest, and watch some pigskin on the tube, when I realized we were out of beer. And since I’m going out anyway, my girlfriend tells me I’ve got to go grocery shopping. She knew I was only going to pick up liquor and pork rinds, so she made me go over the list with her.

I loaded myself into the grocery-getter and hit the road.

Since the old lady usually does this kind of thing, I wasn’t too sure where I was going. Luckily, this nice gentleman was kind enough to point me in the right direction.

When I arrived, I have to say I didn’t find the store’s selection or presentation much to my liking.

I couldn’t find what I needed, but I did pick up the steak for dinner. Our dog Sport loves gnawing on the T-Bones.

On my way to the next store, I ran into this guy Bob that I work with. Bob was on his way to his weekly paintball throwdown. We made plans to get together for lunch the next week.

I stopped off at a little convenience store to pick up the rest of the stuff.

By now I was pretty thirsty, so I cracked open a beer in the parking lot. I mean, it’s just one beer, right? What could happen?

Thngs weren’t looking too good, because the bridge over the river on the Old County Road had been washed out during a late Spring gullywasher. I did the best I could…

…but it didn’t end well.

So I hitchiked the rest of the way home. The grocery-getter was totalled, and I lost the stuff I bought in the crash. I missed the football game too. My girlfriend was not happy.