Petty sadness

I feel very lucky that of all the horrible things I could be faced with, you know, bombs and disease and disaster and the like, my petty disappointment of the evening was to find the only Harpoon IPA in the fridge mysteriously 8/10ths empty, though fully capped. I popped one in the freezer and had to wait 20 minutes while it cooled off. Didn’t feel like a warm one. Sad.