Alright but don’t blame me you you end up vomiting after reading this
Vodka by popularity
Five o’clock
Arrow
Burnetts
Popov
Smirnoff
Rum
Morgans
Bacardi
Castillo
Whiskey
Black Velvet
Corby’s
Seagrams 7
Jack
Jim Beam
The rest are spread all over the place.
Wow, gross. Do you find that more people are getting hip to patron? The “reasonably” priced versions I mean.
Patron has its own customer base and pretty much sells itself.
Do grizzled beards and early baldness fool your underage-o-meter :p? I haven’t been carded in a couple of years, but I hardly ever buy liquor.
You haven’t answered the question about boxes. Liquor store boxes are the best thing in the world for packing books and videotapes. Prolly DVDs as well, but they don’t take up so much space.
I worked this job too, for about six months in Boulder, Colorado in 1993-94. My strangest memory of it is the Yellow Guy. He would come in every single day and buy a 1.75-liter bottle of our cheapest vodka (which was Wolfschmidt’s, for $6.99), then go home and drink it.
The awful part was that his liver had apparently shut down or something. His skin was yellow. Like hepatitis, cirrhosis, liver-not-filtering-anything, urine-yellow. And he kept coming in and buying his half-gallon of daily vodka.
And what were we going to say to him? “You should start taking better care of yourself”? This guy was walking dead already, it seemed, so we kept selling him his novocaine.
Back to the regular thread; I don’t mean to hijack our new friend’s discussion.
Oh, one more thing: Anaamika and Evil Captor, we would always keep a stack of boxes behind the counter for people who had big orders, and the rest we’d set outside for anyone who wanted them. We were glad to give them away; we didn’t have to break down those boxes. (Breaking down boxes was a surprisingly large part of our workload.)
A couple of quick comments…
I’ve been selling beer at a convenience store for about 5 years.
I’ve passed 2 police stings, one just last month in which the girl was born in 1991!
I refuse sales constantly, certainly nearly every shift I work. No ID, no beer, unless I’ve seen your ID before.
Never got an obviously fake ID, but people try to get away with photocopies of “their” IDs all the time. Sorry, no. If I do get a fake, I’ll just give it back and deny the sale, like I do when I get a counterfeit bill (at least a dozen since I started in the industry).
I sell to alcoholics all day - plenty of people buy a 12 - or - 18 pack every day. It bugs me when the local scuzz buy a 40, come back an hour later, buy a 40, come back an hour later, buy a 40, come back an hour later, and get mad because I won’t sell to their already-intoxicated ass. It’s against the law, at least here in CA. I KNOW you’re not a panhandler - you paid with a 20 the first time. PLAN AHEAD! Buy all your beer at once!
Bud light outsells everything else - it beats regular Bud 2-to-1, easy, and Coors light is a DISTANT third.
Joe
What about the nice wooden wine crates? Are they availible?
Cool! I am planning to move soon, I guess I’ll ask them ahead of time, right? Thanks for the answer.
This keeps coming up here, it seems, so it’s a common pattern. What’s up with that? Denial? Difficulties with addition? Total lack of remembering what day it is? Do they think if they’re getting out of the house a lot they’re not dysfunctional? Are they just lonely and the beer guy is the only person they talk to anymore? Why do they not buy all their booze for the day (or the week) at once? I don’t even like going to the grocery store twice a week for our food, much less the liquor store multiple times a day!
You live in Michigan, so I can ask you this question. Is there a better beer in the universe than Bell’s Oberon? Because if there is, I have yet to find it and would like to.
They’re probably doing their drinking in a nearby hidey hole, or in their car, or maybe a local park. If they buy more than one at a time it’ll get warm. Who wants warm beer when you can go back every little while and pick up a cold one?
Back in the day, I moonlighted at a small liquor store in Ventura, Ca. There was a small resident hotel a few blocks away, inhabited mostly by elderly guys, many who were disabled. They had a younger, retarded, guy who also lived there and they would send him to buy a bottle of tokay, our cheapest. They’d give him the exact change, promising him a drink of the wine for his trouble. One day he was short, by a nickel or dime, he must have lost it and he was very upset. I let him have the bottle anyway, which was a big mistake. He may have been retarded, but he wasn’t dumb. He figured out that he could make some money by telling me that he had lost part of the money, almost everytime he came in. I finally had to put a stop to it as the difference came out of my pocket.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Am I completely clueless? How could anyone drink more than 1 fifth of hard alcohol in a night?
If I have 1/2 a fifth(375 ml) of a hard alcohol, I’m passed out and having a major hangover in the morning. On the one or two occasions I’ve ever had A whole fifth, I’ve been dead the whole next day, feeling queasy and mentally disoriented.
24 beers? I can’t even have more than 6 without passing out.
And I’m a full-grown adult male.
Do people drink that much ever?
Practice, practice, practice.
At first I thought this would be a humorous sentence about the numerous times Mahaloth’s died. Then I remember that most hard liquor I drink is the 94 proof Bombay Sapphire.
But still, isn’t consuming a whole fifth (oxymoron!) of any hard liquor pretty much guaranteeing ethanol poisoning for anyone not weighing over 500 lbs (ETA: and not having had 10+ drinks daily for years?)
I regularly drank entire fifths of Jack Daniels in college. If I started in the early afternoon, I wouldn’t be sick by the time I passed out at 2-3am.
I’ve known a few guys who probably exceeded a fifth a day, at least several days a week. I was a pretty heavy drinker when I was younger and would occasionally polish off a fifth over an evening. I knew one guy who bet that he could do a fifth in a short period of time, I don’t recall, maybe an hour or so. He did it, but they found him dead in his bunk the next morning. I knew a couple of others, one who died of cirrhosis and another who blew his brains out while drunk.
How do you treat the young teens who like to peek at the girly mags?
Well, according to this informational and cheesily hilarious government-sponsored flash animation, a fifth is equivalent to 17 beers. For me personally, I can drink that much over the course of a night with little ill effect the next day, but I black out if I drink too fast. I’m 5’11 and 180 pounds, so yes it’s definitely possible.
Passing out at 6 beers? If I’m ever in your part of 地球, we need to cut loose together and get some practice in 
It’s not as hard as one might believe. I wouldn’t dust off a fifth of cheap stuff but when it tastes good it’s easy. I just try not to make it a habit.