5 things booze stores are doing to stop COVID-19 spread

My fellow inebriates,

My local booze store has responded to the COVID-19 outbreak. In the interests of news/health literacy, my friend Scarybear and I are sharing our respective interpretations of the store’s announcement.

(In case you’ve forgotten who Scarybear is, he’s my apocalyptic housemate. He tends to focus on asteroids hits and gamma rays when he’s contemplating the End of All Things, but he also loves a good pandemic.)

C2014 What my booze store says

 

They’re going to clean more frequently and disinfect customer-facing areas and equipment.

 

 

C2014 What LB says

 

Good. I won’t get sticky when I shop there.

 

 

C2014 what scary says

 

It’s too late. You humans are all going to get it. Luckily for us bears, we’re already riddled with germs. COVID-19 won’t make a dent.

 

 

C2014 What my booze store says

 

They’re going to make their employees wash their hands more often.

 

 

 

C2014 What LB says

 

Good. Although it feels like we all kind of knew about hand-washing already.

 

 

C2014 what scary says

 

You have to recite the intro to Star Trek while you do it. That’s the ONLY way to ensure you wash for long enough.

 

 

C2014 What my booze store says

 

They’re cancelling training and meetings for employees.

 

 

 

C2014 What LB says

 

OMG. Much of their training is booze-tasting. That’s going to suck for them. This pandemic is making me feel… empathy.

 

 

C2014 what scary says

 

They just don’t want them to talk to each other and figure out what’s really going on.

 

 

C2014 What my booze store says

 

They’re going to make customers respect each other’s space.

 

 

 

C2014 What LB says

 

But I like cuddling.

 

 

C2014 what scary says

 

I like to eat people sometimes.

 

 

C2014 What my booze store says

 

They’ll let customers wear masks in the store, but they might ask people to remove them if they’re checking ID.

 

 

C2014 What LB says

 

Sounds fair. Gotta check for coronavirus-fearing teenagers.

 

 

C2014 what scary says

And liquor store robbers. It’s the slippery slope to mass surveillance. That’s what happens when you manufacture something like COVID-19 in a lab and slip it to the public. Authoritarian regimes have a heyday. COVID-19 is mild, too, so you can consider it a dress rehearsal for the government-sponsored zombie apocalypse.

 

Scary had more to say, but I told him I was implementing a word count for this blog post. He said that was fine, I was lucky he even bothered, and that I’m an idiot. Then he went back to watching Alex Jones.

BROKER’S GIN—Part 10!

On my head is a very small bowler hat.

No, my fellow inebriates, my parents wouldn’t just buy me a hat. The hat in question came perched atop a long-awaited treasure—a product that’s been absent from BC Liquor Stores for over a year and has finally been restored to its rightful shelf thanks to the heroic efforts of Business Development Manager Julia Gale.

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If you’re new to this blog, you can’t possibly know what an odyssey the wait for Broker’s Gin has been. Why did BCLS cease to stock Broker’s? We’ll never know, but the bureaucracy involved in reinstating it seemed, at times, Sisyphean. Oh, MFI, if you could only know the suspense, the suffering, the torture! The holdout for Broker’s here at LBHQ! The resultant desolation and uncomfortable sobriety followed by bludgeoning despair when the product failed to reappear! The debauched embrace of at least six other brands of gin, all drowning the sorrow of one who’s had one’s heart broken repeatedly—a descent that spiraled into multiple gin shootouts, documented and otherwise, until finally last year’s hot weather ended, at which point my parents declared “gin season over” and we consoled ourselves with nothing but beer, wine, rye, Scotch, Canadian Cream, and whisky balls. OMG, MFI, I went through all five Kübler-Ross stages of grief over Broker’s Gin, plus a couple of others (fixation on thongs, washing-machine paranoia, Scarybear-provoked apocalypticity, stalking Julia Gale beyond ordinary levels). And FINALLY the wait has ended.

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But you never get a totally happy ending at LBHQ. Just ask Dolly. According to my evil parents, it is still not warm enough. They don’t feel like a gin & tonic yet. And here I thought they were spiraling downward with me into seasonal indiscriminateness. Apparently not.

So I will update you when we crack that bottle, which is, of course, foiling my thumbless little paws. For now.

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Submit…and see what others think?

My friend Scarybear has not emerged from his depression following the End of Days fizzle. You’d think he’d be happy to live another day to watch TV and eat pizza, but really, he was all geared up for the Apocalypse.

He’s really getting the whole house down, so I tried to cheer him up. The world might not literally be ending, but civilization probably is…

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Right? What could better signify the end? My favorite bit: “Report as Inappropriate.” That just has my furry brain cells…perplexed.

All I can say is, if you have vomit to submit, these are the guys … not Liquorstore Bear, okay anonymous spammer?