Frosty Brew
My ayi comes Mondays and Thursdays. In addition to the cleaning and washing and stuff she also does all kinds of errands for me, like my pay my utility bills, and make sure tat I have crates of beer delivered. A crate (seen here) costs less than $5. It’s 9:20 pm right now and I just heard the guy deliver it. I’m sure he’s got his little tricycle covered with crates of beer making his deliveries.
The cool thing is this: it’s fucking freezing outside today, well below zero. So the beer he just delivered to me was ice cold, suitable for drinking the minute I brought it into the apartment. And who says there aren’t awesome things about living here.
