He said he paid good money for that beer, and if I was just going to throw it away, he would have drunk it.
I knew I shouldn’t have done it, but my husband had been working on the church’s HVAC system well into the evening, and he was exhausted. I called my brother to see if he could help repair our furnace. I knew my brother wasn’t an HVAC technician, but I knew he was handy. I thought he could hand tools to my husband, or give him an extra hand if needed. If nothing else, my brother could help keep him awake. When he showed up, he brought two six packs of beer with him, and he immediately opened one for himself, and one for my husband. My husband told him he had to repair the furnace, and he didn’t want to drink, but my brother didn’t think one beer would make a big difference. My husband looked at me and raised an eyebrow. I shook my head no, and he handed the beer to me. I dumped it in the sink, which made my brother angry. He said he paid good money for that beer, and if I was just going to throw it away, he would have drunk it. My husband tried to explain that he didn’t like to drink when he had to work the next day. He was working on the furnace, and it worried him because he could do more damage if he was drinking. My brother said that was a fair answer, and asked if we minded if he had a couple more. His wife was monitoring every beer he drank, and he was tired of her nagging.