I don't drink, I went with my wife to get a nice wine for my elderly mother. We hadn't seen her since the COVID shutdown and wanted to bring her her favourite wine for her birthday. I had no clue what to get so my wife, who knows what the bottle looks like, was coming in with me. When we walked up to the entrance, they said they were only letting in one person per car. They were also quite rude barking the new COVID protocol at customers like we were prison inmates. I attempted to explain our situation to the furious guard/warden protecting the entrance... in mid sentence she yelled at me that I was too close and to get behind the black line. Both my wife and myself were wearing masks, the warden, a shielded mask. Usually I'd have no problem with being asked to do something, but not like I'm a misbehaving four year old. Anyway, we explained to her that my wife didn't bring her ID, she's 30, I'm 42. She was just going to show me the wine I was going to buy it, she knows what the bottle looks like, but not what it's called so she can't tell me what to buy. They refused to let us in together. After explaining the situation again, the warden barked at us that only one can enter, so my wife went in... I mean, she's 30 and she looks 30, so what's the difference, right? So my wife went in and picked the wine; then she tried to pay. This dude with all kinds of fancy colourful stickers all over his mask carded her. She didn't have her ID so they denied her service. I went in and tried to once again explain the situation but any attempts fell on deaf ears. I said that I'd buy the alcohol but he denied me too because I'd be buying it for my ID-less 30 year old wife and apparently, if you take someone into the liquor store with you to show you what to buy, they have to show their ID... at least that's according to the dude that works there. First I've heard of that rule. By the end of the very frustrating situation we came away completely empty handed and my blood was boiling. I admit I was pissed and yelling, usually if I lose my temper I look back and feel about about it, but in this situation... I don't. I don't feel bad at all. I wanted to go back and blast them more, but my wife convinced me it wouldn't be worth it, and she was probably right.
All we wanted to do was get something special for my elderly mother, and these heartless jerks just flexed their metaphorical authority. I hope they feel special and important now. All hail the gatekeepers of the booze. read more