Dream CXXII

I was drinking beer, and had set up a large resealable plastic bag to hold the beers, so that I could just grab them without having the cans leave water rings or other damage on the furniture.  

It seemed like a good system until, after a while, I reached down into the bag and my fingers encountered not a beer can, but cold liquid.  
 
I reached in and pulled out the next beer, and saw that the entire bag was filled with fluid.  I saw that one can had fallen over, and theorized that another can must have had a hole punched in the bottom, and that these two had filled the bag.

I rescued the beers that I knew were okay, and threw the rest in the trash, being careful to keep the plastic bag from leaking.  Later, as the evening wore on, I wondered if I should try to save the bag, but I knew it was too late.