Ask before you open....

If you are having people over and the fridge is the place where the beer is kept, shame on everyone who gets bent out of whack that someone doesn't know which ones are the "special ones." Set up a bar.

If neighbors, random guests just routinely raid your fridge and take beer, well, they need some couth.

 

My wife likes sours and despises anything else, especially IPAs. I drink stouts and IPAs. Never been a problem, guess I am lucky.

 

My girlfriend has the EXACT same thing. Hates IPAs, loves good sours. Does your wife get a "metallic" taste in IPAs by any chance?

 

No, she says it taste like pine trees. I think that's a good thing!

 

My girlfriend is not a beer drinker typically so she's pretty polite enough to ask me if she can have a beer that I have multiples of. She won't touch stouts and things like that with a ten foot pole but she enjoys some of the "lighter" beers

 

my family members didn't have death wishes this holiday i guess. no fallen soldiers this Christmas, mission accomplished! the tape method worked!

 

I feel you, man. My underage sister and her friend stole one of my Bourbon County Stouts that I had just picked up on the Black Friday release. The only reason they stole it from me was because of the super high ABV. Neither of them actually liked it; they both just chugged it as fast as possible to get drunk. I've never been more pissed at my sister in my life. Having said that, I actually love sharing my beers with people, just as long as they actually appreciate it and have my permission to drink it.

 

Well, if it was one of the bad ones I could understand. I heard aged bad bottles of the stuff is absolutely disgusting.

 

I'm not going to try and diminish the horror you must have felt upon seeing this happen, but I likely would have shifted to damage control ASAP (assuming open can would be tallied as a loss) and rescued most anything else in the fridge before they were in danger. Then again, a pretty cool lemon to lemonade move would be to set up a "tasting" for the ladies where you pop open some cheaper stuff whilst clandestinely hiding your better stuff behind ketchup, leftover pot roast, etc., and basically maintained control of fridge / beer distribution. What you've described as your reaction sounds similar to a "MINE! MINE! MINE!" rant of a youngster.

 

I have nothing that my friends and family aren't welcome to. That includes great scotch and bourbon. If I happen to want to age a beer, it goes to a special place. Not the beer fridge.

 

My dad found and drank 3 Struise Black Alberts when I was away at university. This was before they were distributed really and I'd paid about £15 each for them. (shipped from the Cracked Kettle in Amsterdam. Those were dark, sad times.

 

I'm glad my girlfriend is as anti-social as I am. More great beer for us

 

We had a neighborhood party spill over to our house last year, I did not know these people. While I was off showing someone where to find the bathroom., my wife said there's beer in the fridge.... I got back before too much damage was done, but lost my DFH Palo Santo Marron. The dude was drinking it out of the bottle and said it was just "OK"....GRRRR!

 

I once had someone over, and they went into my fridge to get a drink. I look over and they are drinking a Bud Light leftover from a recent party. Horrified, I ran across the room and told him to "ASK BEFORE YOU OPEN", as I had some BCBS, Julius, HT, and Burton Baton in the fridge that they could have opened and enjoyed significantly more.

 

Mexican Cake (first release) from an intoxicated father in law. Took one drink, put it back in the fridge, was found 2 days later.

 

"Don't even look at it!"

 

This is why the beer fridge in the basement has a lock and I have the key

 

I've never had this happen to me. However, I had a different problem... Every so often I'd have people over to the house who enjoyed beer, we'd get a little carried away and bust into the cellar. I'd wake up the next morning and a whale would be sitting on the counter, only 1/2 to 3/4 gone. Now, I'm not upset that we opened the beer, because beer is meant to be consumed. I'm pissed that I have a faint recollection of opening it, it wasn't enjoyed as it should be. Well, maybe it was, but I couldn't remember. So now anything in the house is fair game. All the whalez kept off site. Takes planning ahead to crack those bad boys.

 

Wish I could afford off site cellaring

Enjoy

 

Bingo. And even at that, my normal response is "Well, I wanted to put a few years on... nevermind, I'll grab some glasses." I actually wish some of my friends would indulge themselves more often, because I've got more incoming than outgoing at the moment.