Last week I vacationed in Pennsylvania. Wonderful place – 20 years ago I found my wife there. Good times.
Last week I told a cashier, “this is the weirdest country in the world”. I smiled as I said it, so as not to appear offensive [one should do that when insulting a country as patriotic as America], but I meant every word of it.
Long story short – I couldn’t buy beer because I didn’t have my passport with me.
These are some of the reasons that I think that is strange.
- I have been of legal drinking age for the past 30 years
- In PA you can’t buy beer in a grocery store at the checkout counter. Oh, the beer is there are the store but you have to buy it at the sandwich / coffee counter.
- No really – the same place that you pay for your $1.29 coffee is the same place you pay for your beer.
- Because we couldn’t have people buying beer at the main checkout lines.
- I needed my passport because I have a Canadian drivers license = foreign drivers license = “we don’t trust any licensing agencies but our own sir”
- In Ohio they would have sold me beer as long as I had cash [my lawyer Aunt reassured me]
- I tried to go to the beer “store” [it’s more like an old drive through oil lube place] but could only purchase beer in a minimum quantity of 24
- The beer / oil lube guys thought it was funny that I was trying to buy less than 24 beer – and looked at me as if I was an alien [which legally I suppose I am down there]
- I was nuts not to buy 24 cans since it was only $16 – and that may be the craziest part of this story.
America – you’re beautiful, I love you, thanks for my wife, and catch you next time with my passport.