Wine & Spirits

Every time I go to the liquor store, I meet the nicest people.  Fortunately, because I reside in the lovely state of Pennsylvania, my only option to buy wine and liquor by the bottle is at a Wine & Spirits (state owned and run) Store.  Also, fortunately, they are open until 5 p.m. on Sundays, and I get off work at 4 p.m.  Boo-yah.

The nearest W&S is in a slightly sketchy spot.  In fact, I plan my bike ride home based on avoiding a bad area that may be faster, but also much more dangerous.  I think this is why I meet the nicest people.  I have two theories about people in the ghetto being nice.  1) If they don't have a gun, they're nice in case you do. 2)  They want money.  Sometimes.

Case in point - a few alcohol runs ago, I was running a little late.  It was 8:45 and the liquor store is supposed to stay open until 9.  As I ride up to the store, they already have half of the store-front caged off, and the only thing open is the exit door.  Assuming they were closed, I started turning around, but the nice bum let me know they were open.  He also watched my bike.  So I gave him a dollar.  And the next time I was at the liquor store that late, I helped a couple out with the same information.  The lady was screaming at the dude from the car.  I think the dude really appreciated it.

Anyway, I have like 15 more stories, but they are all little and dumb.  And, I have this wine to finish.  There's a bicycle on it!

Yea gurl.