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Whose Turn is it to Buy the Beers? - a Tommy & Moon Story

What happened to all the beers?

Did you look in the fridge?

Yes.  It’s empty. 

It might be that we drank them all. 

That’s disappointing.  We can’t go through the rest of this summer without any beers.  Whose turn is it to buy them?

I’m certain it’s your turn.  I’ve never been more certain about anything in my life.

Didn’t I buy you some for your birthday?

Yeah, you did.  But then I bought some for your birthday a week later. 

Are you sure?

Absolutely sure. 

***

It looks like we’re out of beer. 

Again? Do you think we drink too much?

Personally, I don’t think I drink enough. 

Whose turn is it to buy the beers?

Yours.

Mine?  Again?

Don’t you remember?  I bought a huge case at Christmas.  They had to deliver it on a pallet.

I don’t remember that. 

I remember it like it was yesterday.  I think you even said ‘thank you for the beers that arrived on the pallet.’

 ***

You know those beers you thought you bought me for Easter?

Yeah.

Well, it looks like I bought them.  I found the receipt in my coat pocket. 

Yes, you did.  I remember now.  But a week later I paid you back for them.  You wanted to buy them because I’d paid for the beers in February, but I insisted on paying again.

Why did you want to pay again?  I thought we took it in turns to buy the beers.

It was a thank you for something. 

So whose turn is it now?

It’s yours of course.   

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