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![]() Beer in Gear Convenience is relative
One of the funniest things in the lamest way to my ear is the Canadian
provincial tradition of only the government selling beer: to hear a lilt
of, "Oh, it's down by the beer store" in a Canadian accent makes me
grin like most people when they see a video of a fat boy falling on his
bottom or a squirrel shrieking on the way out of a tree into the yard.
Rushing on a sunny Thursday noon across Lake Street to a destination
five blocks and ten, twelve minutes away, I want to grab something to
eat during the movie screening to come; the first stop's a White Hen,
where the prices are high, the readymade sandwiches are gone and a few
dozen cases of beer re-stacked high block the drinks aisle. Plus the
line ahead is a dozen deep, too: the gambler's line deep with lotto and
scratcher fiends, a few construction workers with tall Corona bottles, a
couple of bike messengers buying forties.
Too much information: I know a 7-Eleven was nearer my objective. Also
nearer street-level hangovers, as it turns out. Tatty sandwich in hand,
I take my place behind two men, a jabbering, wild-eyed raincoat man and
a dazed-looking dude with deadly bedhead, each with a naked forty in
hand, the first of whom asks if I have thirteen cents, and when I say
no, the second asks if I can spare a dollar.
The clerk rolls her eyes and murmurs, "Allllll day." Lake
Street lunch hour: land of the Chicago beer stores.
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