Thought this was particularly apt for me and
Wednesday afternoons...
Sometimes when I reflect back on all the
beer I drink I feel ashamed.
Then I look into the glass and think about the
workers in the brewery and all of their hopes and
dreams.
If I didn't drink this beer, they might be out of
work and their dreams would be shattered. Then I
say to myself, "It is better that I drink this beer and
let their dreams come true than be selfish and worry
about my reputation."
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