Mood: party time!
Topic: "Magic Fridge (2)"
Kristiandsund is a western Norway town that must resemble Bethlehem. It was, for Haldis Gundersen, the scene of a miracle. It didn't do much for the rest of the town, however.
Ms. Gundersen routinely turned on the faucet in her kitchen last week, and found that the water she was expecting had turned into beer. Two flights down, the patrons at the Big Tower Bar were less than amused when their taps were subjected to the corrosive potential of pure tap water. Since beer sells for $3.75 per half-pint, the pique bordered on hysteria.
Reflecting, perhaps, the cavalier nature of the Norse, Ms. Gundersen complained that the beer tasted flat and was not very tempting. Frodo would have been unsurprised if one of the patrons had commented that the water lacked body, and that its' bouquet was somewhat reminiscent of West Texas.
Egil Myrvang, an employee of the local beer distributor, and somewhat of a closet Scientologist, theorized that the proximity of the pipes to one another may have tested the creative powers of one of his countrymen. Frodo, on the other hand, believes in the divinity of it all, and rejects any sort of evolutionary aspect to the incident. It was divine intervention at its best,
Ms. Gundersen was simply being rewarded for her good deeds in life.
On the other extreme, one has to wonder about the patrons as well as the employees of the Big Tower Bar. Perhaps the incident was a pre-emptive effort to bring judgment upon their conduct? Could it be that punishment would include divine Prohibition? Frodo has always believed that someone who didn't enjoy an occasional beer deserved to live in Topeka, or to sit through a thousand consecutive sermons by a representative of the United Methodist Church.
The next time Frodo is in Norway he just may give Haldis a call. She may be interested in hearing about Brer Fox. Frodo would certainly be interested in her plumbing.