April 15, 2000
So I was going to the fridge to get something to
drink, when I noticed a puddle of light brownish
fluid on the
floor under a cabinet. Figuring that the mess wasn't going anywhere in particular, I checked the above cabinets for the source of the slop. No luck.
Time for the sponge! Closer inspection revealed that the fluid was coming from under the
moulding along the wall.
Enter the apartment manager. She grudgingly dipped her finger in the brown liquid, sniffed it. "Alcohol. Beer. Definitely an ale." She grimaced and ran out the door. A few minutes later, she returned and explained what happened: Apparently one of the tenants in the apartment above mine was unsuccessful at brewing beer and had a few bottles explode in his closet.
Today was truly The Day the Wall Bled Beer.