So it’s my best friends first summer ever in Fredericksburg and I’m 20 at the time. With us being on summer break after our Sophomore year of college, we thought we would spend our days getting very wasted each day. The only question was, since we are underage, how do we get alcohol?
My best friend and I go to Walmart and devise a plan to get someone of age to buy us alcohol. The thing was, we were afraid that if we asked the wrong person, they were going to report us to the police. So our plan was to ask people that looked closer to our age. Hours went by and we still couldn’t find anyone that would buy us any alcohol. Just when we were about to call it quits, we notice a big burly man with a massive beard and covered in tattoos waiting in line to get checked out. We agree that there is no way that guy could be a narc.
We carefully approached the man and he turned to us. We ask him if he would buy us alcohol. He stares at us pretty menacingly and then nods to the back of the store, towards the alcohol aisle. We take that as a yes and grab a couple of 24 packs of the cheapest alcohol we could find and load them up in our cart. We meet the guy at the front of the store. Looking at our grocery cart with a shocked look on his face, reluctantly takes the cart from us. We wait in front of the store and pay the man when he gets out. But instead of giving us the cart, he bolts to this car with our stash! We were too stunned to react, and even if we did try something, this guy could crush us with his pinky finger. That was an interesting way to learn our lesson about under age drinking, but in hindsight I’m glad he didn’t give it to us.
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