I ran out this morning, about 11-ish, to the local Wal-Mart to grab a few items. You know what I’m talking about: eggs, bread, milk, smokes, brewskies, the necessities.
I was lucky enough to get my stuff in no time flat and jump into the cigarette line with no waiting. Generally I do not get into town to do some shopping before noon but today was the exception as Uncle Grizz and his brood were going to be making a trip to the boondocks this afternoon.
The line was being worked by two women this morning, a young white girl and a middle aged black woman. All of my items had been scanned when the young girl got to the beer. A message popped up like a military alert on the screen. The young girl turns to the older woman and asks what is the matter:
Older Woman: Uhh, it isn’t noon yet.
me: **rolls eyes** **sighs audibly**
Young Girl: Oh, you can’t buy beer before noon?
At this point the older woman looks me dead in the face and we have our fun exchange:
Older Woman: Are you not from around here?
me: **sarcasticly** Yeah, I’m a f%#cking foreigner.
Old Woman: Well, it’s a law in Tennessee that you can’t buy beer before noon.
me: Yeah, I know the law, I am just not used to co-mingling with the peasants before 1pm.
So I walked off paying for everything except my Miller Chill. Luckily, I had my legally purchased smokes but I really could have used a beer right about then.
