Silver Glen Liquor

This was my favorite liquor store to drop by to get a bottle water and a couple of lottery tickets… until a month ago. At the time I had a lot on my mind and did not catch when the clerk behind the counter overcharged me on the lottery tickets: 3 Powerball tickets and one Megamillion ticket. I had exact $ 7 in change in my pockets and he told me $ 10. I was still distracted when he said I just owe him a dollar when all the $ 7 was on the counter. I panicked because I thought I had somehow miscalculated so I went back out and got another dollar from the car. This old man behind the counter is not trustworthy and willing to cheat you out of your money. I stopped coming by because of this experience. I hope you, too, will reconsider giving this old man your money because you never know when you’re distracted, he might overcharge you.

Came here to get a powerball ticket. Looks like your every liquor store. The guy was nice and friendly. Got my ticket and pretty much left. The store looked well stocked and there is shared parking with the laundry mat and a coffee place. Or you can just park on the street.

Silver Glen Liquor is like an old shoe — and I’m not just talking about the smell (rimshot!). Every time I walk inside I can expect the same greeting (none) and the guy behind the counter will stand there, half-​scowling, half-​daydreaming, eternally mute. And I’ll scour the shelves for some kind of satiating snack. I work nearby and I’d much rather buy a candy bar or tiny liquor bottle from this guy than go to Ralph’s. I’m not above a kinda crummy liquor store being a source of sustenance or booze when I need it, but this place doesn’t quite do it for me. I think it needs a nacho station with gross liquid cheese. Think middle-​American gas station. Stale coffee. Weird sexually-​explicit graffiti in the bathrooms. Or maybe the guy behind the counter could just smile and say hi every once in a while. I’ve been coming here maybe twice a week for a few years now, you think he’d have the strength or desire to ask me what’s up once or twice.

so yesterday we ate at gingergrass and instead of getting dessert there, we opted for IT’S IT from this liquor store.
as we hover over the freezer case, NO IT’S IT TO BE FOUND! in terms of a ice cream cookie sammich, there’s just a chipwich and a larger version of chipwich. *GASP* i know they carry it but i was also thinking what a disappointment it would be if they sold out. I’LL BE DARNED if i was gonna be denied an IT’s IT, so i opened the case, hunched over, and started searching. THERE HAD TO BE SOME IN THERE! the hubbs noticed the «larger version of the chipwich» had an it’s it company emblem. HMMMM?! i dove into that stack and, lo and behold, all the IT’s IT we wanted were underneath those! AHHHH, sweet is the fruit of persistence (aka crazy woman with ice cream munchies).
; p