Sep 18, 2005 17:20
Found a new nearby liquor store over in Little Italy. The middle-eastern owner didn't card me, which is rare, but he did give me this stiff "How are you?" and eyed me like he was thinking "I think you're underage but I'm selling you this beer because I want the money." I also think he overcharged me - prices weren't marked anywhere, for any of the booze, and $9 seems a bit much for a six-pack of Modelo Especial. Bastard. I always feel guilty or like I'm getting away with something when I'm not carded. I shift my eyes around and hope no one saw. But I'm stuck - this is the best beer selection I've seen so far being here - much better than Rite Aid.
Oddly, I wasn't carded at all in NYC - except for the two times when I went to this place overlooking midtown Manhattan called "The View" in the Marriot. Every other place, even fairly pricy/high class bars, didn't ask for any ID. I'm guessing it's a cultural or legal difference. Or I'm finally starting to look my age.
Still, I wish I could've been able to find these places before I hit 21. I have not very fond memories of freshman year, hanging around the drug store and asking frat-boys to help me out. They never did. Animal House, my ass. The bums always did, but they'd always hassle you and demand to have a conversation (and of course a fifth for themselves) each time. You just can't win.