How did they keep beer cold in the Saloons of the Old West?
So nobody really questioned why or how beer was sometimes cool or cold and then warm, it was sorta a win or lose situation they’re was only luck and sometimes knowledge of the right place to go. Eventually some boy by the name of Carl Rachids, decided that warm beer was piousness to the body and it kills your organs! Well when word struck out about this accusation nobody knew who was right so they gave Carl the benefit of the doubt and declared that they only water cold beer. Some time passes and salons are trying to figure out each other secrets to keeping their beer fresher than their competitors. One day when I was about the age 18, my father told me to sneak into a famous “cool bear” salon in order to discover they’re secrets. The salons name was The Rusty Ink Salon, most popular salon in the west or at least the only one that won our towns vote. My father had his own salon in town although didn’t know their secrets to the “cool beer” and he tried almost everything he could’ve thought of. Big bucket of cold water, using cold bears to make other bears cold, shove theme in the ground. Once his head went blank he resulted to thievery, so he told me to go out to Rusty’s and sneak behind the counter to find any clues on how they kept their brews cold. I made it to the salon by noon and walked into the bar casually. “Hey Kid!” a man sitting at a table with a slim dark and long hat covering his face. “We bot kno- whay yo doin here” he said scurrilous. The man handed me what I thought was a finnimbrun but it was an old rusty skeleton key with a corner on the handle chipped off. He pointed towards a door behind the counter and said lamprophushly “GooOOO!”. He gave me a shove and I was on my way. They bartenders were at licence while I snuck past them to the skeleton hole key door in the back. The skeleton key was shoved into the old door and turned, jammed. I wiggled it furiously as a bartender noticed ruckus behind him and decided to investigate. I rip the key out of the wall and a chunk of wood falls off the door. The bartender said “Heyyyy, What- Yo- Doiin kid?” perfidiously. The key turned and I pulled the door toward me and it hit the man in the temple and he fell to the ground. I quickly closed the door behind me. My plan for the rest of the story was to have him find out some secret process but the only person that knows how to use it was the man that was hit in the head, and in the end you find out he has been telling this story the sheriffs the whole time who were threatening to hang him.
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Nikolova
10/18/2018 12:11:32 pm
Great story with a lot of potential, but something to remember; BEER is the beverage, BEAR is the animal. It was fun to imagine bears hanging out, keeping each other cold, though. :)
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