The Suppressed Boozer

This evening I was walking through Union Square on my way to the pet store to pick up some food for the rabbits. About 100 feet from the corner of 17th Street and Union Square West, I noticed the very distinctive odor of beer. It was very strong. I grimaced and wondered what that stench was. My mind identified the scent, then I looked around for an open container or maybe someone taking a shower beneath the tap of a keg. I kept walking, and the smell faded, but I also noticed that my physical reaction to the odor wasn’t complete repulsion. The beer stank, yes, but my mouth watered. I actually salivated.

What. The. Heck.