The
Commonwealth of Pennsylvania has just recently made the decision to
privitize state stores. Shopping with my mother as a child, I remember our
local state store looking something like a cross between a
prison and a
government office which just happened to have a lot of
booze. I remember
bottles of odd-colored things on row after row of
boring white shelves. The bland store was a real letdown after picking up beer with my dad at the local
Soda 'N' Suds. Whereas the beer distributor's
place of business exuded themes of
manliness and blue-collar mass-consumption of alcohol, the state liquor store seemed like a place where old
dweebs could buy wine to
sip with their suppers. Heck, I didn't even see any
old homeless people in there.
Of course, now I'm in college, and thus obtain alcohol from a different source.