I live in a fairly, large community so there are quite a few liquor stores to choose from. For some reason most of the liquor stores are owned by people from Asia. I am not sure why, but I have also noticed that there are two types of people from Asia that own these liquor stores. I can, of course categorize these types as I have visited each store on several occasions.
The first type is the liquor storeowner who talks on the phone non-stop in their native language to the liquor storeowner down the street. When you bring your adult beverage of choice to the counter to make your purchase they become extremely agitated. Now they are going to have to interrupt their phone call to use the cash register and take your hard-earned money. God forbid you ask for a bag, which I always do.
The second type is the type I like best. They are so friendly and seem so excited that you have chosen their establishment to purchase your adult beverage of choice that they give you a bag even though you did not ask. They notice what you have chosen and note other selections in the store that you might enjoy next time. They ask you if you are enjoying your day and they seem to really enjoy the time that you have spent in their store. They tell you to, "please come back soon", and I do.
On my way to work on my mural tonight, I chose to go to one of my favorite drive thru liquor stores. I have not been to a liquor store in probably about 7 days now. I pull my only 20-dollar bill out as I pull in and the window goes up. "A six-pack of Two-Below, please", from the window, "Hello there, it has been a long time, how are you?" Oh crap. He remembers me and wants to know how I am. I hand him the twenty and say, "fine" and he heads off to get the beer. I have been having many side effects one of which is the panic attack, so I decide to have a panic attack NOW. I put it into first and drive off.
First the bad news: I am out twenty bucks.
Next the good news: I did not buy the beer and I can no longer go to that liquor store.
I do not know what happened. I just, well, panicked. For some reason it freaked me out that someone knew that it had been a while and that made me think that he knew I really should not be buying a six-pack.
The worst news: I drove to my friend's house; where the mural is. She had plenty of beer that she was more than willing to share while she hung out and chatted and I painted. I HAVE TO FINISH THAT MURAL. Right now, it is my biggest downfall.
The first type is the liquor storeowner who talks on the phone non-stop in their native language to the liquor storeowner down the street. When you bring your adult beverage of choice to the counter to make your purchase they become extremely agitated. Now they are going to have to interrupt their phone call to use the cash register and take your hard-earned money. God forbid you ask for a bag, which I always do.
The second type is the type I like best. They are so friendly and seem so excited that you have chosen their establishment to purchase your adult beverage of choice that they give you a bag even though you did not ask. They notice what you have chosen and note other selections in the store that you might enjoy next time. They ask you if you are enjoying your day and they seem to really enjoy the time that you have spent in their store. They tell you to, "please come back soon", and I do.
On my way to work on my mural tonight, I chose to go to one of my favorite drive thru liquor stores. I have not been to a liquor store in probably about 7 days now. I pull my only 20-dollar bill out as I pull in and the window goes up. "A six-pack of Two-Below, please", from the window, "Hello there, it has been a long time, how are you?" Oh crap. He remembers me and wants to know how I am. I hand him the twenty and say, "fine" and he heads off to get the beer. I have been having many side effects one of which is the panic attack, so I decide to have a panic attack NOW. I put it into first and drive off.
First the bad news: I am out twenty bucks.
Next the good news: I did not buy the beer and I can no longer go to that liquor store.
I do not know what happened. I just, well, panicked. For some reason it freaked me out that someone knew that it had been a while and that made me think that he knew I really should not be buying a six-pack.
The worst news: I drove to my friend's house; where the mural is. She had plenty of beer that she was more than willing to share while she hung out and chatted and I painted. I HAVE TO FINISH THAT MURAL. Right now, it is my biggest downfall.
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