She hadn’t just drunk the Salvation Kool-Aid – she’d started to brew her own.

In her career, she’d closed multi-million dollar deals without a hint of nerves. Now she needed a jumbo-sized bottle of antacids just to get out of her car. Or a double shot of whiskey. God,...

Time for a showdown with her mutinous brewmaster. She’d tried nice. She’d tried all business. She’d tried cajoling. Now, it was time to try bitch with big brass balls.

And suddenly, her day turned into the kind that explained why God invented chocolate, comfy pants, and booze.

Alcohol is evil … until your loved one gets employed by a brewery.