Tuesday, June 22, 2004
Monday, June 21, 2004
my little brother graduated high school this year. good job mike. graduation was a little weird. the valedictorian (sp?) was seen writing his speech while the graduates were walking in. his speech was bad. so was the keynote speaker. i did get to see a bunch of fools i hadnt in awhile. so that was neat.
ryan turned 21 sat. night/sun. morning. he was a drunken idiot.
some may recall a story about me getting hassled at the Hanover Food Stop about some tobacco products. in quick review, they wouldnt sell me cloves because my license was expired, despite me being 20 and providing dozens of other id's. last friday night, emerson, danny and i went into the very same food stop to buy some beer. emerson recognized a girl, so he called her over, said hello, introduced everyone, and then a brief conversation occurred. after leaving the lovely hillary we went to the counter to pay for our alcohol. we were prompted for our id's which we immediately presented to the cashier, who we'll call Mr. Jackass. after examining them, he inquired as to the location of the girl we were talking to. we didnt know. he snatched our beer to the other side of the counter and stated forcefully that he would need to see her id. as it turns out, hillary is not 21. as we also soon learned, we (as buyers of alcohol) are forbidden to talk to anyone in the store that is not of age. keep in mind, in NH beer is sold in convenience stores and gas stations so it is very reasonable someone not of age would be in the store. after all four of us began screaming at Mr. Jackass in protest of his ridiculous claim, he offered to call his manager. he quickly retracted this offer the second we took him up on it. we got the managers number and called her anyway. i didnt talk to her but suffice to say she shall be referred to as Mrs. or Ms. Jackass. afterall, she is the manager of a Food Stop. after approximately 20 minutes of arguing our case, namely that we were in no way buying alcohol for this girl i just met, we left angrily to rapidly consume the alcohol we already had. evidently Mr. Jackass had called the police (to what end ....?) though i (still mostly sober) was ushering my drunker companions into vehicles and out of hanover. no doubt Mr. Jackass painted quite a picture for the only slightly smarter policeman. i wish i was there to beat them both in the head with a case of beer. heres a little rule of thumb Mr. Jackass: assume almost everyone is smarter than you. because they are. long ago EVERY SINGLE underage drinker learned to not be in the store when alcohol is being bought for them. ask any teen across the country and they will tell you the same. we are smarter than that. anyway, avoid at all costs the Hanover Food Stop. i will never again do any kind of business there.
ryan turned 21 sat. night/sun. morning. he was a drunken idiot.
some may recall a story about me getting hassled at the Hanover Food Stop about some tobacco products. in quick review, they wouldnt sell me cloves because my license was expired, despite me being 20 and providing dozens of other id's. last friday night, emerson, danny and i went into the very same food stop to buy some beer. emerson recognized a girl, so he called her over, said hello, introduced everyone, and then a brief conversation occurred. after leaving the lovely hillary we went to the counter to pay for our alcohol. we were prompted for our id's which we immediately presented to the cashier, who we'll call Mr. Jackass. after examining them, he inquired as to the location of the girl we were talking to. we didnt know. he snatched our beer to the other side of the counter and stated forcefully that he would need to see her id. as it turns out, hillary is not 21. as we also soon learned, we (as buyers of alcohol) are forbidden to talk to anyone in the store that is not of age. keep in mind, in NH beer is sold in convenience stores and gas stations so it is very reasonable someone not of age would be in the store. after all four of us began screaming at Mr. Jackass in protest of his ridiculous claim, he offered to call his manager. he quickly retracted this offer the second we took him up on it. we got the managers number and called her anyway. i didnt talk to her but suffice to say she shall be referred to as Mrs. or Ms. Jackass. afterall, she is the manager of a Food Stop. after approximately 20 minutes of arguing our case, namely that we were in no way buying alcohol for this girl i just met, we left angrily to rapidly consume the alcohol we already had. evidently Mr. Jackass had called the police (to what end ....?) though i (still mostly sober) was ushering my drunker companions into vehicles and out of hanover. no doubt Mr. Jackass painted quite a picture for the only slightly smarter policeman. i wish i was there to beat them both in the head with a case of beer. heres a little rule of thumb Mr. Jackass: assume almost everyone is smarter than you. because they are. long ago EVERY SINGLE underage drinker learned to not be in the store when alcohol is being bought for them. ask any teen across the country and they will tell you the same. we are smarter than that. anyway, avoid at all costs the Hanover Food Stop. i will never again do any kind of business there.