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Adventures of deprived European difficult child in American supermarket; advice needed
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<blockquote data-quote="DDD" data-source="post: 547100" data-attributes="member: 35"><p>Calamity, your post was caring and significant and picturesque. Since I just had my nightly Cutty I'm going to do a reverse story that can not be described that way. In 1962 my Ex and I relocated from So. Florida to the Commonwealth of Virginia to start our "new" life after college and with two babies. After a couple of months settling in our anniversary was around the corner and we decided we should get a bottle of Cutty and have a nice dinner.</p><p></p><p>Seriously...we went to the liquor store and it was run by the Commonwealth. It was straight out of a Russian movie.</p><p>There were no displays. There were lines of people inching forward to a stark counter quietly shufling along and then quietly saying "Cutty Sark" or "Jack Daniels" etc. When we returned to Florida after a year or so we were like the immigrant lady who fell to her knees. I know it sounds almost sacraligious but it's true. Our sense of reality was altered back in '62. AND the major corporation Christmas party was at a lovely country club but...everyone had to bring their own bottle and most of it was moonshine. Yuk! DDD</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="DDD, post: 547100, member: 35"] Calamity, your post was caring and significant and picturesque. Since I just had my nightly Cutty I'm going to do a reverse story that can not be described that way. In 1962 my Ex and I relocated from So. Florida to the Commonwealth of Virginia to start our "new" life after college and with two babies. After a couple of months settling in our anniversary was around the corner and we decided we should get a bottle of Cutty and have a nice dinner. Seriously...we went to the liquor store and it was run by the Commonwealth. It was straight out of a Russian movie. There were no displays. There were lines of people inching forward to a stark counter quietly shufling along and then quietly saying "Cutty Sark" or "Jack Daniels" etc. When we returned to Florida after a year or so we were like the immigrant lady who fell to her knees. I know it sounds almost sacraligious but it's true. Our sense of reality was altered back in '62. AND the major corporation Christmas party was at a lovely country club but...everyone had to bring their own bottle and most of it was moonshine. Yuk! DDD [/QUOTE]
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