Lord help me, the local Forsyth Country Mart got their liquor license, and they have turned their dollar-store section into a liver-pickling paradise.
Considering the limited catchmit of this store, I am impressed by their selection of beers. My first purchase? A quart of Lagunitas "Little Sumpin' Extra". I forget the IBU's, but at 8.5% ABV it was a wrestling match. Not nearly as smooth as the Founder's Breakfast Stout (which featured similar numerical credentials), it was more akin to the Founder's Dirty Bastard. I don't know if Lagunitas was trying for a scotch-style, but that's what I got out of it. Along with some indigestion.
Anyways, back to Country Mart. Here's the problem. After work today, I gots to pick up some bread and milk. I've done it a hundred times, but now I've got the Sirens singing to me from the Northeast corner of the store... "Ken" they'll softly purr... "try the Hop Stoopid".
This is gonna take some getting used to.