Lost: One Can of Beer

You know the New Year’s Eve party next door must have been a good one when you find that random can of unopened beer in the gutter of your driveway.

That’s what happened to me this morning. I can’t make up my mind if I should return it to them, or play ‘finder’s keepers, loser’s weepers’ and drink the damned thing myself. Perhaps, now that the sun is up, I ought to go look and see if I can find some more.

There is an old rule to drinking beer: “You might have your favorite, but the best beer is always the other guys beer — because he bought it and you benefit.”