I knew I shouldn’t have done it, but my fiance had been working on the church’s Heating and A/C system well into the night, and he was exhausted. I called my sibling to see if he could help repair our furnace. I knew my sibling wasn’t an Heating and A/C specialist, but I knew he was handy. I thought he could hand tools to my fiance, or deliver him an extra hand if needed. If nothing else, my sibling could help keep him awake. When he showed up, he brought several six packs of beer with him, and he instantly opened one for himself, and one for my fiance. My fiance told him he had to repair the furnace, and he didn’t want to drink. My sibling didn’t believe one beer would make a massive difference. My fiance looked at me and raised an eyebrow. I shook my head no, and he handed the beer to me. I dumped it in the sink, which made my sibling angry. He said he paid great money for that beer, and if I was just going to throw it away, he would have drunk it. My fiance tried to explain that he didn’t like to drink when he had to work the next afternoon. He was fixing the furnace, and it distraught him because he could do more harm if he was drinking. My sibling said that was an honorable answer, and asked if we minded if he had a couple more. His wife was monitoring every beer he drank, and he was exhausted from her nagging.