Crying, but not over milk

Yesterday, we stopped at the Barrique - Pivotéka & Vinotéka. We love the table in the window watching over the plaza. Since it was a slow, rainy afternoon, the proprietor didn’t object to our bringing in sandwiches from next door. To show our gratitude, we bought two bottles of brew and some pastry for the morning to take home. Last night as were were taking a little supper. P opened the apartment-sized refrigerator with too strong of a pull and one of the bottles, mine, went crashing to the floor. The grapefruit beer smell overwhelmed our small kitchen.