liquor store clerk lament:
there's absolutely no way i can give up drinking or smoking . . i'm staring at the shit for 8 hours straight. .
. . at least i'm not paying for it. . with money that is. .
i live in a small town, so i know every drunk in town perdy good. . and there's this one old man that lives above a local restaurant ( about 100 ft. away) that's been really binging lately. . he doesn't speak english and he's usually so drunk, he doesn't speak very good spanish either. . but he just points at what he wants, says something non-sensical, throws his money on the counter and i do the math for him. . and like every first generation hispanic in town . . i.e. migrational field worker. .(they ain't all mexicans anymore baby! they comin' from all over. . el salvador, nicaragua . .you name it)
anyways , these people do not believe in banks! they carry their entire savings around with them. . i'm talking hundreds and sometimes thousands of $'s with them. . so this old timer is always dropping hundreds of dollars on the counter , but i've never ripped him off. always give him his correct change. . he's always trying to give me $10 tips and shit. . but i always refuse. .
. . so anyways, he's made a couple of trips to the store today, buying liters of vodka each time. . and a little later on in the day there's an ambulance and paramedics up the street and somebody tells me, " they took Ruben (the old man) to the hospital" ( the nearest hospital is about 10 miles away). . so , i'm thinking . .oh boy. . he's overdone it this time. .
ok, so about an hour later , a taxi pulls up into the parking lot, and out steps Ruben and walks into the store and wants another liter of booze!
to make a long story longer . . i refuse to sell him anymore booze , ('cause i think he's gonna die) but he just sends someone else to get it for him. . vodka and a whole buncha alka-seltzer. . i'm sure he has a hole in his stomach. .
so how was your day?
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p.s. a special hello to phoolsfire!
there's absolutely no way i can give up drinking or smoking . . i'm staring at the shit for 8 hours straight. .
. . at least i'm not paying for it. . with money that is. .
i live in a small town, so i know every drunk in town perdy good. . and there's this one old man that lives above a local restaurant ( about 100 ft. away) that's been really binging lately. . he doesn't speak english and he's usually so drunk, he doesn't speak very good spanish either. . but he just points at what he wants, says something non-sensical, throws his money on the counter and i do the math for him. . and like every first generation hispanic in town . . i.e. migrational field worker. .(they ain't all mexicans anymore baby! they comin' from all over. . el salvador, nicaragua . .you name it)
anyways , these people do not believe in banks! they carry their entire savings around with them. . i'm talking hundreds and sometimes thousands of $'s with them. . so this old timer is always dropping hundreds of dollars on the counter , but i've never ripped him off. always give him his correct change. . he's always trying to give me $10 tips and shit. . but i always refuse. .
. . so anyways, he's made a couple of trips to the store today, buying liters of vodka each time. . and a little later on in the day there's an ambulance and paramedics up the street and somebody tells me, " they took Ruben (the old man) to the hospital" ( the nearest hospital is about 10 miles away). . so , i'm thinking . .oh boy. . he's overdone it this time. .
ok, so about an hour later , a taxi pulls up into the parking lot, and out steps Ruben and walks into the store and wants another liter of booze!
to make a long story longer . . i refuse to sell him anymore booze , ('cause i think he's gonna die) but he just sends someone else to get it for him. . vodka and a whole buncha alka-seltzer. . i'm sure he has a hole in his stomach. .
so how was your day?
. .
p.s. a special hello to phoolsfire!
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My day has been pretty uneventful. I just got home from work and had some dinner. I'm probably gonna watch a couple of movies and then crash.
(chronic drunks) are obviously very unhappy with the choices that life has taken with them. so for this they need something to help,and if they ask for my services in obtaining this help so be it.
i know its wrong but by the time someones on in the years, they know what they want to do with the rest of their days. or at least thats how i look at it.
thank for emailing, i moved and didn't have access to the outside world for so long,