I appreciate how far NA beers have come since O’Douls. It’s gotten to the point where I can much more easily replace the want for a certain kind of beer in some situations—a party, working out in the yard, eating certain foods—with a Partake or an Athletic, and not feel like I’m missing something.
But, gosh, I want someone other than Guinness to make a good NA stout.
I’ve done this at Costco myself a number of times.
“Ah, I just need a bag of coffee and a thing of multivitamins. … Oh, we could use some smoked salmon. And, another bottle of Malbec. Maybe some frozen waffles… Ooh, they’re selling Amish-built sheds!”
And, then, I’m either manhandling half the store to the register, or I’m putting the stuff aside somewhere—looking a bit like one of those careless people who can’t be bothered to put stuff back—and making the walk of shame to get a cart.
And here’s me about two hours away from my copy of the Star Trek: The Next Generation Technical Manual to debunk this obvious joke with a picture of all the architectural diagrams where it calls out places where one might find a head, including, IIRC, the Ready Room, of which I imagine Riker probably avails himself on the regular.