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Must Be The Best Beer In The World

Carlsberg Beer advertises itself as Probably The Best Beer In The World.  It's factory workers in Denmark certainly think so.  They've apparently gone on strike because management has cut back on the amount of beer they're allowed to drink at work.

Talk about your fringe benefits!  Used to be the company provided free beer, water and soft drinks.  Now they want to cut back to availability of beer only in the canteen at lunch time.

The warehouse workers want the same benefits as the delivery truck drivers.  They're allowed to have up to three beers a day over and above what they consume at lunch.

Over 800 Danish warehouse workers are now on strike.

Wait a minute!  The drivers can drink???  That might explain this...

And whether or not it's the best beer in the world, they have some of the funniest commercials...


Don said…
Maybe those silly little Danes aren't as dull as I thought. My wedding was similar except it was in a Lutheran church and we served Dixie Beer. Classy stuff!
nonamedufus said…
Don: You mean your friends mourned your passing and went on strike?
Alan Burnett said…
I used to live next door to a brewery drayman. I am not sure if he was given an official allowance or whether it "fell of the back of his wagon", but I would often wake up in the morning to discover half a dozen bottles on my doorstep. Happy days.
nonamedufus said…
Alan: If free samples are the way to go I think I'd like to work at the bank!
Ziva said…
I heard about this and was going to write about it, but you did a much better job of it than I would have. Those Danes are great, though, usually you'll go on strike for more money, but the Danes have clearly identified the more important things in life.

Also, did you know that those truck drivers have to pass a breathalyzer test before driving? Usually they just take turns on being the designated blower, though. One guy will be sober the entire day and run around and help everyone else beat the breathalyzer.
nonamedufus said…
Ziva: It's an amazing story. Imagine being allowed to drink and drive while hauling your deliveries around. Too much!
Coors here in Colorado used to let their line workers drink all they wanted, fresh right off the main line, too. But then the insurance agents and the lawyers got wind of it--about 100 years into the company's existence--and put the kaboosh on it. Too bad for them, I guess, although their livers probably appreciate it.
nonamedufus said…
Mike: If I'm not mistaken Molson's used to have bottle bonuses. Employees got to take so many cases of 24 home with them a year.

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