Here Comes Trouble

I was on my way to an AA meeting at 8:00 in the morning when I saw a beer truck parked in front of our sleepy, neighborhood mom-and-pop store. I parked next to the curb, right behind the truck. I never gave a thought to drinking that morning until I read the advertisement on the back of the truck. “This truck is carrying 986,000 ounces of cold beer for you,” the sign boasted. I laughed and thought to myself, Well, that’s not enough!