Favorite Blonde

The moral of the story is, what you seek you shall find. But there’s a chance you won’t find it exactly where you’ve been looking. 

One hot day last summer, I walked to the grocery store to get Nutella and a Coke because my inner child needed soothing. One thing led to another, and I decided I also needed a beer. 

Beer in grocery stories in Denver is still a pretty new concept, so I never think of it unless visually prompted by an enormous beer cooler upon walking in. I decided to look for Favorite Blonde. Because, it’s my favorite. 

I took a real slow roll down the aisle. I checked twice. I looked in the empty spots. The store didn’t seem to carry it. So I gave up and went back to shopping. 

As I turned down the last aisle to head toward the checkout, a display for one of my kid’s favorite treats caught my eye. 

There, in the middle of an end cap display of room temperature prebiotic sodas was a single can of beer:

Favorite Blonde. 

The moral of the story? What you seek you shall find. But you might find it where you least expect it.