I worked part time at a grocery when I was in college. Back then, the state has some arcane blue laws—only food could be sold on Sunday—no beer, no paper products, no flip-flops or sunglasses, nothing out of our extensive home-goods department. Cash, or check payment only. It wasn’t legal to buy food on credit (for the same reason you mentioned, ferddo.) And when we did sell beer (on days other than Sunday) it had to be before midnight (It was a 24hr store,) and the beer always had to be bagged separately in a brown paper sack.
Aww. No sense of humor. My pharmacist would have enjoyed that. It would have led him right into a ’who’s on first’ rant.Same store that sells fish. The guy who works there will package up the fish you buy, ask you to step back and then toss your purchase to you. “There,” he says, “now you can tell everybody you caught that trout yourself.”
My brother calls it the best non-denominational holiday. Now begins the slow march toward summer.