As a wine store operator, I get to chuck out the odd drunk as well...
One old bastard came lurching through the door one afternoon, bounced off the door jamb and slurred.."Washsya sheeepest cazzzk gwine..?"
Me: "Sorry, Sir, we don't do anything cheap...$20.00 is the price for cask wine"
Him: "Twenny dollizhzh? I cnnn geddit for for for $15 up the hillll..."
Me: "Well sir, why don't you walk on up the hill then? I'm sure the walk will do you good!"
Him: Yeh bit bit bit wazzI wanna know izz WHyja do it? Whysha charggge zo mush?"
Me: Well, it keeps pissheads like you out of the shop for a start, dunnit?"
Him: I beennn in in alllgaholic alll me life"
Me: "Yes sir. I can see that sir!"
And so it went on until I finally got the old bastard to leave. He never came back.
I have refused to supply one person whom I thought was abusing alcohol to the extent that she was damaging her health and putting her kids' welfare at risk. I told her that too. Sure, she goes somewhere else but I don't have to be party to putting kids at risk. The longer I am in the trade the worse I think the drinking culture in New Zealand is. Maybe I'm turning into a wowser...
. “No pleasure is worth giving up for two more years in a rest home.” Kingsley Amis
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