I recently started working at a liquor store.
No, I didn't get laid off or quit Television...I am just helping my dad at his store. Yes that's right, my Polish family owns a liquor store. Stereotype? Perhaps. Awesome? You bet.
Now, the establishment doesn't only sell liquor (insert shameless plug here) we have delicious baked goods as well as other fantastic Polish food, however...anytime you work in a place that sells or serves intoxicants...you had best believe strange things will happen.
Thing I experienced on the first day of the job:
-my dad told me I was dressed inappropriately (too much cleavage) awkward.
-homeless Fred, who smelled like a 15-day-old pee rag, left his urine stench wafting wherever he walked like some sort of Indian smoke signal.
-a woman paid for everything in nickels and dimes. I'm talking like six bucks worth of food.
-a lady came in and out of the store 20 (count 'em) 20 times to keep playing scratch off instant tickets (oddly enough she kept winning).
-a nice old lady waited quietly for her neighbor to leave the store so she could gossip to my sister and I about how big of a drunk she is (the neighbor, not her).
-my sister and I realized we sell something called "Preggie Pops".
-we found a note that my dad left by the register.
It read:
"I'd love to save the world but I don't know what to do. So I leave it up to you."
Just another day in the life of a crazy polish family (and I love every minute of it).
JENNYMILK
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Fun! Scratch tickets are addicting. I've done it a few times, and $75 is the largest prize I've won.
I give you props Jenny, I wouldn't be able to handle the weirdness of a liquor store, I hardly go in them!
ya, it's super interesting and humbling.