My Craigslist ad for free beer led to a surprisingly number of inquiries. Twenty-seven, to be exact. They ranged from one guy who seemed angry that I was criticizing dirt to a few people who told unexpectedly touching stories about friends who, for one medical reason or another, could not enjoy the sweet, sweet taste of real beer and would gladly settle for the non-alcoholic version.
So yesterday I met up with a really nice guy named Shon, and handed off the 12 remaining bottles of beer after he told me about his friend with pancreatitis. What had started out as a minor joke had turned into something a bit more profound: taking something worth very little to me and giving it to someone for whom it meant much more.
Look on Craiglist next week for my collection of Jewel plastic bags.