On my way home from the gym very early this morning, I stopped by the grocery store to pick up some items forgotten over the busy weekend. Grabbing cheese, yogurt, bread, and such, I passed the wine and beer section...
Innocently enough, I decided to pick up a bottle of wine for dinner. What the heck? Might as well while I'm here, right...
As the cashier rang up my purchases, she was unable to scan the wine. A manager came over and the two had a brief conversation in low voices. The wine was placed beneath the counter with nary a word to ME, the customer standing right in front of them.
Confused, I asked the manager...
Me: Excuse me, but what was wrong with the wine?While she couldn't bother to explain what was going on in the first place nor properly enunciate her words the first two times I asked, she managed to shout that last part LOUD enough for everyone in the line forming behind me to hear very, very clearly. Mortified, I sulked off with the rest of my groceries... and wine-less.
Manager: mumble, mumble, mumble
Me: I'm sorry I couldn't hear you...
Manger: mumble, mumble, mumble
Me: Um, could you repeat that? I still didn't hear you.
Manager: I'M SORRY, BUT WE CANNOT SELL YOU ALCOHOL BEFORE 10 AM, MA'AM. IT'S AGAINST THE LAW!
Me: ummm, it's okay. You don't have too...
While I am well aware of the certain hour that alcohol sales end in the State of Texas, I never gave much thought to when they begin... until today.
Lesson learned.




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