At first, you may say...how could spilled beer ever be good? Obviously, to the casual observer, this is DREADFUL news! Not only are a few precious milliliters of God's liquid missing from the bottle, but the obligatory attempt to retrieve some requires putting one's face on the table in a hopeless effort to slurp a few drops.
The only good news to be gleaned from this pathetic (though necessary) action is knowledge that the cause of spill in the first place (a vibrating shelf in the beer fridge) portends the return of summer. Winter means lining the snow on the back deck with bottles like so many missiles in their silos ready to nuke the Kremlin into the Stone Age, or...when it gets too cold (as it often does here in Eastconsin), parking the 12-pack in the garage where a faint smell of gasoline leaks from the lawnmower. But summer means the BEER FRIDGE is in full glory!
