Holiday Market

This guy is an asshole, and while his selection is decent and he’s open late I can’t patronize a shady business.

Great little market with good service.

Good location but closes to early.
Decent size store but lacking quality /​healthy foods (even a few options).
The place doesn’t seem to have innovated or improved much over the years… overall — just decent.

The other night I got off work late and I made a pit stop for some delectable adult beverages. Mistake #1, thinking I am going to find Chimay at 10 pm. HA!
My usual alcoholic acquisition establishment was closed by that time so I remembered this joint and cruised by. Mistake #2.
Let me get one thing straight, when I go to a liquor store at 10 pm I know I am running the possibility of exchanges with weirdos and shit but what I did not expect was it coming from the dude at the register.
I walk in and the guy at the register does this whole «heeeeyyyyyy» whatnot at me and it was not the friendly, «hey how is your evening» kind of whatnot either. It made me really uncomfortable.
I get to the register and this is where it went from wrong to «ok this shit is creepy». Dude asks me for my ID. Look, I am not going to flatter myself into believing I am a fresh spring chicken, cause I am not. Sure, I don’t look my real age but you cannot tell me I look like I need to be carded. I do not look 22 and much less underage. Come on now! I am not the second coming of Linda Evangelista and I like flattery as much as the next girl but I am not stupid, I know when someone is asking for my ID so they can look at my personal information. And then he says, «not bad!». Excuse my profanity but F YOU YOU EFFIN CREEP.
Then he asks me about what I do for a living and what I am up to that night. It felt like I was Chris Hansen and the predator was asking me the questions! Ok, Creeper McCreeperson, give me back my debit card so I can get the hell out of here.
I shouldn’t be made feel like some piece of ass when all I am doing is going to get a sippie for my husband on my way home from work. The entire exchange made me feel dirty and wrong. I got home and felt like bathing in a vat of bleach and a brillo pad.
Needless to say, I will not be going back to this liquor store EVER again.

I too am a fan of the Holiday Market Guy. He’s so cute, and he has an endearing love of certain reality shows – most notably American Idol. I’ve walked up to the counter and asked him how he was doing, and he’s replied «Great! My Show is coming on right now!» Yep, «his show.» How adorable is that? And, well… I’ll leave it at adorable. He’s also reminded me to buy Mega Millions tickets when the pot is particularly high. No, I haven’t won, but I appreciate the opportunity since I have never played otherwise.
Apart from charming Holiday Market Guy, the store has all your basic minimart accoutrements: beverages galore, tobacco products, and some snacky foods and sundries. The prices are mid-​to-​high for beer, but it is so conveniently situated between my house and my man’s place, I stop there fairly often.

I like this little convenience store because there is always the same dude working there and he’s cool. Very friendly and very static, I would not be surprised to learn that he lived under this mini mart’s mini roof, that he just rolled a sleeping bag out along the candy bar aisle every night after locking up. He is usually watching American Idol which I find hilarious and sad, so I try to give him as much business as possible in hope that he will eventually be able to afford HBO.
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