That original post was epic, and obviously brings up a lot of memories for many of us. I always bought my booze at the same little corner store here in my little village; all the clerks knew me well, and never gave me grief. Many times I'd come back late in the evening for more, when it was obvious I didn't need any more, and they would say quietly, out of the corner of their mouths, "Be careful," as I slipped another half pint into my pocket...they knew I was primed for a DUI if I got pulled over.
Then there was the time we had a terrible blizzard, and my driveway was completely impassable, so I called my favorite clerk and asked if she could leave work in her 4 wheel drive pickup and bring me a fifth of Smirnoff at 10am, before they got busy. I put on boots and met her at the road and gave her $20...
I still love that store, and the few long-time clerks know I'm sober; none of the new employees know me as "that guy!"