My dad drank warm beer. (not much)
About the time I started getting older guys to buy me beer, I tried some of dad's warm beer. Yuk.
I never knew if he kept it warm because he liked it, or it was to discourage me from drinking any. It worked though.
My first W4 withholding job at 15-16yo was pumping gas in a Mobil station ($1.25 an hour). The older mechanics would buy us underage pump jockeys beer (so long as we kept out of trouble and kept our mouths shut about it). When they weren't around, we'd go out and hitchhike up and down the main drag in front of the station (past a bunch of stores), and if the driver looked cool, ask him to buy us a six pack. Some did, others didn't.
The night of the moon landing (July 1969), the old bastard gas station owner had an all hands, all night paint-the-entire-inside-of-the-3bay-gas-station party, and filled our big ice machine with cases of Budweiser for us. We all got drunk as lords working all night. Being drunk at sunup was a new one for me.
