Purchasing Alchoholic Beverages
It was in Thunder Bay that we first discovered this. One night after finishing a performance we were on our way back to the lakeside cottage where we were billeted (I know, I know. Pure dumb luck.) and we realized our beer supplies were on orange alert status. So we stopped at a convenience store to replenish. We walked in to the store (which shall remain nameless, although I can tell you that its name is actually two rhyming numbers seperated by a hyphen) and walked over to the cooler section where the beer is kept, only to find no beer whatsoever. There was no trace of beer in the entire store!
You call this a convenience store? This, sir, is an inconvenience store!
We asked the kid behind the counter where we might obtain beer, and he said
"Oh, you gotta go to the cold beer store, eh? And they're closed by now. You could get bootleg, but that's eighty dollars a case."
This was our first encounter with the Cold Beer Store concept, but it was not to be our last.
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