I used to work at a bottle shop, there was one old guy who used to come in twice every day with a little wine carrier bag and a mug and buy 3-6 longnecks each time, then just go over to the park opposite and spend all day going through them on his own (that's like half a case to a full case of beer every day). He was a nice guy and I wished he'd stop but there was nothing I could do, he looked about 80 but one time he came in and told me it was his 53rd birthday, fucking grim. Obviously not the only alcoholic regular, but just struck me as uniquely sad.
I used to work at a bottle shop, there was one old guy who used to come in twice every day with a little wine carrier bag and a mug and buy 3-6 longnecks each time, then just go over to the park opposite and spend all day going through them on his own (that's like half a case to a full case of beer every day). He was a nice guy and I wished he'd stop but there was nothing I could do, he looked about 80 but one time he came in and told me it was his 53rd birthday, fucking grim. Obviously not the only alcoholic regular, but just struck me as uniquely sad.
Reminds me of this sketch : (
Oooof, too real :(
yeah, we used to go grab pizza for lunch sometimes and there was always 1-2 guys drinking whiskey at noon on a wednesday.
It's not good folks.