I really didn't care in the end. in fact, I was pretty boldfaced about it since I knew that in any iteration, it would be obvious. Why? Because I drank the cheap stuff: Skol, McCormick, etc. So, why bother hiding behind falsities.
I did play the mental game with myself and often ended up getting too little, so the next morning, I would need to restock to make it through the day.
I live in a state where they don't sell on sundays, so I was in the checkout line at 7. I think I win the prize for most shameful: I would ask the cashier to open the liquor aisle cuz in this stupid puritan state, it would be shut off at 7, the time of sales, and no one is usually there to buy. One time, fully sober, I argued with them--not so much because I needed a drink (I could have gone next door) but because I was aggravated that she just was trying to put me on the spot. I googled it on my phone and showed her. I'm sure she wanted to tell me I was alcoholic. whatever, lady. I know that already.