Bottle Shop Workers Confess Their SINS
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- Опубликовано: 13 окт 2024
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I went on a plane once.
An extremely obese man assaulted a flight attendant, and then locked himself in the bathroom, was stuck there for the rest of the flight. It was Jetstar, of course. I didn't see this firsthand but I am a cleaner at the airport so I overhear a lot of passenger and crew conversations.
@@robboltwoodI'm sorry what
Took the cheapest trip possible across the country, which of course had many weird connections in the middle of nowhere. First 30 minute leg was on a tiny propeller plane that only held 6 people and felt like a bloody WW2 fighter, with everyone having a clear view out the cockpit window. I shit you not, the copilot played the Top Gun theme as we boarded and buckled up.
Worked at a bottle shop in western sydney for about 9 months, there was a regular who came in almost every day to buy the same long neck of VB and everytime he would try to buy it with weed crudly wrapped in foil which 4 times out of 10 was just Tea. He would always argue for a long time before relenting, paying in cash then saying "see ya tomorrow". Legend.
4/10 is oddly specific 😂😂😂
@@chrisp.lettuce8900Presitent od de Unided Stades.
im guilty of accepting weed and then just paying for the drinks myself but in my defense it was better weed than i was expecting
@@chrisp.lettuce8900precedent
I’m positive I know who that is lol
I worked at a liquorland in Vic,
One of the most interesting nights I had was when a group of 5 or 6 frenchmen all walked in and browsed through our wine selection. One of them hailed me over for some help and preceded to ask me a question in french, I told him I only speak english. Cue 5 frenchmen frustratedly raising their voices at me, still speaking in entirely French, trying to ask me about a bottle of $6 Pinot Noir. They eventually gave up and took the bottle to the counter, where I had to explain to them that we don't accept Euros and had to literally pull out several different Australian banknotes to show them what our money looked like. I obviously couldn't take Euros so I just pointed at the door and put the bottle behind the counter, to which they exclaimed the only english word they seem to know.. "cunt".
Later that night I was closing the doors to empty the registers and some bloke slid under it like Indiana Jones and asked if he could buy a bottle of Jack Daniels, I had to oblige.
Every time someone called me a cunt, I smile widely and thank them. It throws them.
fuck that's funny Indiana Jones and the forbidden Jim Bean
Sounds more exciting than the last Indiana Jones movie
of course they were French, arrogant pricks
I saw a video of a guy sliding under the bank's door to pay a bill but doing that for alcohol AHAH
I work at a bottleshop in a small town in regional NSW. At least once a week I have some Yugoslav ethnic tensions between the Serbian who buys Smirnoff double-blacks and the Croat who drinks exclusively drinks JD american serve. The items are kept in the same fridge and they refuse to open the door first in case the other 'Wins' by getting their cans first. I dont understand the game they're playing but fuck it is funny to watch
It sounds like something you should livestream with a scoreboard.
I wouldn't open the fridge either if there was a chance a Serbian would get his drinks first
God as a former Jugo diasporabro, I find my fellow diasporabros disdainful.
like they say in ice age: a dinner and a show :)
@@stingingroger7576bahahahaha - many faults with the Serbs but never Nazis.
Ive only been working at a BWS for 6 months and have already had my fair share of “fun” experiences. Once had a junkie try me because she grabbed an empty gift card off the display and adamantly tried to use it to pay, which I refused. Caught someone stealing and when confronted they just smashed the 1L bottle of JD on the floor. Favourite story tho was a guy who came in and said “My teeth are fucked but I’m not a druggie. I got hit in my face with a bat but I showed him, tied him to a tree and set it on fire. Cunts dead” then casually waved us goodbye and left us in shock. Also I’m an alcoholic now.
Yeah. That last bit happens.
To be fair, we knew you were, you are an Australian.
Rural Australia. Watching a man with only half of all his limbs get up on what was left of his stump legs, put his stump arms in the air and try to fight the coppers. They just picked him up under the armpits and put him in the back of the paddy wagon.
His name was Ralphy and honestly he was a bit of a local legend. he would get someone to tape drumsticks to his arm stumps so he could play drums at the local pub (Absolutely killed it by the way). He was also banned from my pub because he crawled up onto a table and rolled around to knock off everyone’s drinks. He was such a kind dude when he wasn’t drinking. Love ya Ralphy
Worked at Liquorland for 4 years, had a pretty lax boss who'd let me listen to podcasts, RUclips etc. One day this battler in his 70s came in and asked why the headphones,told him a RUclipsr I was listening too had just committed to a 40k tatt for 1 million subs. He'd been listening to the same channel and was very excited too
We high fived and said we'd catch up for a beer once he got that tat. Sadly haven't seen him since
Worked at a prominent liquor chain in one of the less savoury suburbs of Melbourne.
Whilst I have had cans if drink thrown at me, death threats, and have been pulled over the counter I don't think anything tops this one old lady asking me to bend down to grab a bottle of cab sav from the lowest shelf only for her to grab my hair, pull my head back and whisper "you should get on your knees for me more often"
I switched stores two weeks later.
LOL
That’s fucking grim mate. Thought the shit I put up with was bad 😭
Old ladies who constantly hit on young men are something else. It's like 75% sweet old grandmas, 25% extreme creeps
@@patrickwebster3152It is gross, I'm definitely not condoning it. My guess is tho, that those 25% have just had enough and want vengeance from all the times it happened to them.
Worked at a bottle shop in Sydney, we had this woman who would regularly come in and bring us donuts, however she would never buy anything. She did this over 20 times before we checked the cameras and realised that whilst we were eating the donuts she brought us, she was slipping several bottles of Kahlua into her bag... smartest their I've ever seen...
She earned those bottles
Modern day bartering
that was just her method of payment
Win win, she got them bottles and y’all got them donuts. There should be no problem
Bro, we used to call her the lolly lady because she always brought us bags of snakes (probably stolen too).
She ended up being known as 'the lolly lady' on every store on the northern beaches, and then disappeared after someone (Orlando) at first choice confronted her 🤣🤣🤣
I had a friend that worked at a BWS and he said he use to scan his rewards card behind the counter whenever someone didn't have one. He built up a shit tone of points each week, enough to buy a full week of shopping.
Damn that’s pretty clever lol that happens to me at grocery stores and liquor stores and I didn’t think anything of it because the price went down. One of those win win situations.
@@katehack1677it’s not the ATO but there is a system that monitors reward card scans to look for potential fraud as demonstrated above
Bet he can't do that now. Woolworths will disable any team card that has suspicous activity like that now.
I may or may not have done this myself hahahaha
That would have cost him his job
started working at the local liquorland last Christmas. Have since left, but whilst I was there on new years eve a man dress as Homer Simpson (Who was hammered) entered in with 3 of his mates who were also dressed up. Him and his mates stayed in the store for roughly 15 minutes before I see them head towards the door to leave. Homer had clearly put some cheap wines bottle down his pants and was ready to walk out without paying. Luckily enough for me he was that hammered that when he got near the door the chime that tells us someone has walked into the store started playing. He was so hammered he must have thought it was an alarm for stealing, so naturally he started to panic and run out. He got about five meters out the door before one of the wines slipped all the way down his pants, and slid under his foot causing him trip, and land on the 3 other bottles in his pants causing one of them to shatter, and stain his outfit red. The ambos came and took him to hospital for the cuts but honestly that man was so hammered I don't know if he knew what happened. His mates could not stop pissing themselves laughing. I recently ran into the exact group of blokes at spilt milk, and they have since given homer the nickname 'period boy'.
I worked at a bottle shop in Castle Hill and every morning there was an old man who would come in and buy a 2 litre bottle of sherry. He was getting very yellow and I didn't think he had much time left. Then he stopped coming in and we assumed he died. Then about three weeks later he came back in and I was so shocked and quite relieved to him and I blurted out, 'I thought you were dead'. He told us he had fallen down his stairs and had been in hospital. He then kept coming in until I left.
Resident of castle hill, that was my uncle sorry
My Brother worked at the local bottle shop back in 2006. He told me that one time at night, not long before closing a half naked bloke came staggering into the shop screaming and at the top of his lungs that his name was Doctor Rockso and that he does Cocaine. He then asked my brother if he had seen his banana to which my brother calmly said no. Old mate then put his hand down the front of his dirty and torn shorts to grab something. My brother, fearing the worse was surprised when this bloke pulls out an actually banana, shows it to my brother and then puts it back in his pants before running out of the store and into the night at full sprint. Never saw the bloke again.
Have you seen my bandana?
No.
*shows bandana*
Okay then
Wait I read the whole story wrong!
Sounds like this guy is the real life beavis complete with mad alter ego persona
But Dr Rockso, who does cocaine, didn't get air time until Deathmas - the December 6th 2009 episode. I think you're telling stories brah.
@@campbellhenderson9335 Season 1 of Metalocalypse came out in August 2006. Dr Rockso was in season 1. I think you're wrong champ.
My partners works at BWS - his response to this video was 'If I had a dollar for every time someone gave birth in my store, I'd have two dollars. Which isn't a lot, but its concerning its happened twice.'
That’s insane. Haven’t had anyone give birth in my store but a chick who had braxton hicks at the counter a while back still visits with her baby. Cute kid, nice family 😂
😂
One of my Mates granny's used to own the worst bottle shop in Perth. She's an old duck, and one night, a big burly feral guy came in with a huge knife and threatened her to try to get her to hand over the cash in the till.
She calmly grabbed $5, walked around the counter, and threw it outside the door.
The guy ran to grab it, and she locked the metal cage door behind him, telling him to EFF OFF.
He didn't come back.
.... was this in rockingham by any chance? 😂😂
@@jarredbuckley7761She sure did rock his ham.
Legend
That's also how she met her first and how she got rid of him.
@@jarredbuckley7761good old rockingham - meth heads and sailors
I used to work at an independent Northern Sydney Bottle-O that was in a pretty good area, so despite sitting next to a train station, the cliental were fairly well behaved. Still, we have our own brand of creatures who haunt our store. Every year, about the week before Christmas, this pair of brothers would rock up and buy a large amount of spirits and wines as gifts. Normally, this would be no problem, however the elder brother would insist on flexing who he was buying the gift for. Since he worked as a lawyer, various comments could include "Do you think a $200 scotch is good enough for a QC?" and "I know a judge who would love XO cognac." When not picking items, he would proceed to openly muse about the purpose of drinking like some knock off Australian Socrates. This would continue for 30 minutes, while other customers gave him odds looks and the younger brother stood in the drive way awkwardly. When they finally left, one of the regulars came up and called them pricks.
Worked at a bottle shop in Canada, came in to work one day and went for a piss before signing in. Our only bathroom was in the cold side of our stocking cooler. Opened the door to find two of our homeless regulars fucking in the bathroom that was supposed to be employees only. Asked my coworker about it and she simply said "Oh fuck, I forgot they were in there." She didn't last long.
Vancouver?
ultimate fail by the employee.. the reply was the nail in the coffin.
Lol which province was this in ?
@@grantandrews4826 going to visit that shop? :)
@@yaqubroli1804 how did you know lmao
technically not vancouver, but a suburb
Worked at a drive thru bottleshop that connected onto the side of a pub. One Sunday after two rather intoxicated lads had left the pub and were out in the carpark pissing on a tree. Security asked them to leave, they then proceeded to jump into a 1980 Holden Ute (absolute bomb), came through the bottleshop and ripped the biggest burnout know to man. The whole bottleshop was full of smoke, set off the fire alarms and everything. The rear tyre of the Ute popped on their way out so we saw a sparking rear wheel drive off into the distance.
I worked at a Dans in Sydney and one night around 10 minutes before close one of the local crackheads stumbled in. She was known to always steal something every time she visited our fine establishment so I was about to go watch her and maybe kick her out as normal but before I did, her (also crackhead) husband ran into the store, bleeding profusely from his head and holding a bloody baseball bat. He screamed her name so loud the whole store went quiet. We tell him she wasn't there to get him out and he leaves the store begrudgingly. She eventually comes to the counter and as she isn't the best theif we see cans of woodstock poking out of her sleeve and she reluctantly removes them when we tell her. We asked her what happened with her husband and turns out she beat him up and knocked him out with the baseball bat, then went to steal some piss. Needless to say they were both permanently banned from the store after that.
I worked at a family ran chain when I was studying at Wollongong uni. I have a plethora or stories:
One time this lady came in, looked like she was completely out of it. She spent a bit of time in the shop and finally came to the counter with a bottle of wine and a $20 note. She picked up the eftpos machine and was trying to put the $20 note into it. I told her that’s for credit cards and then she stopped, looked up and said ‘oh, sorry, my husband just beat me’. I was shocked and said ‘oh I’m sorry’ and she shrugged it off before I could properly comprehend what she just told me .
There was another one where there was this tradie that used to come in every day during the week to get 1 VB longie. He never spoke to anyone and everyone thought he was a weirdo. After I worked there a few months, he started chatting to me about music and everyone was amazed. I shit you not, one day he walked in holding his phone and looked as if he wanted to show me something. He went and got his longie and lo and behold he started showing me photos of his room at home which was covered in Nazi memorabilia. Like we're talking huge swaztika flags and shit. He then said 'My mym tells me to take it down but I tell her to get fucked' then proceeded to nonchalanty leave the store.
At one of the other stores in said family chain, a guy went to take a piss in the cool room. My boss at the time (who was also Greek) saw this, went up to the man mid stream, grabbed his head and smacked it against the wall. The man was dazed and confused and my boss walked him out.
At another one of the stores, I was serving at the counter and a young bloke in his late teens came in and quickly picked up two bottles and ran out. I don’t know why but I chased him out. He saw me in pursuit and ran into the middle of the road and got hit by a car, smashed the two bottles and ran off
*Edited as I remembered the Nazi story
Battler
I actually imagined him grabbing his penis head, not gunna lie.
Man that first story is so dang sad.
If its Wollongong I'm guessing Kollaras
You ledgend.
I worked for a rural IGA which had the cellarbrations inside as well. An Italian family owned the store and the mean old lady who passed ownership down to her kids used to work the front counter from time to time (with her trusty machete under the counter of course). One day she noticed a bloke shove an item down his pants and when she confronted him about it, he began to shout at her that he had not stolen anything. After some wild back and forth she had reached her BS limit and decided to dack the customer in front of everyone waiting at the counter and entering the store. Like a slowmo movie scene, sure enough one vodka cruiser and a pigs ear dog treat fell to the floor and obviously the bloke was very embarrased and turned red immediately. After a few moments of awkward silence he picked his pants up and scampered off out the store. I just hope he didn't plan to eat the ear and give the dog the cruiser.
Bernardi's???
IGA Mundijong??
I have a story. I was working one night at one if those drive through bottle-o's when some dude comes in and assaults a random customer the other guy I was working in goes in to stop the fight. We find out the perpetrator has a knife and was trying to stab the guy. Police called obliviously the stabber gets the fuck out of there. It goes to court and all that and other legal stuff. Then nearly a year later I'm still working there a customer walks in and goes "Do I know you?" and didn't recognise him but then he said "were you here during the incident last year" I go "yeah I was working that night" and goes "ah yeah I'm the guy who did it" as I'm processing what he said he then follows up with "Sorry about didn't mean to cause you a fuss" I reply with "yeah no worries mate" serve him and had slight chat afterwards. Alright bloke all things considered
sorry but that's fucked
Fuck yeah
I worked at Cellarbrations in southern Adelaide, at a hotel named after a large territorial bird. The roof of the dive-through had a hollow cavity where pigeons liked to congregate and copulate. Sadly for the pigeons, it was also like a furnace in summer, so they would cook in there and it would smell absolutely fantastic (thankfully masks helped a little). On the day before Good Friday 2021 my collegue and I were minding our own business, getting ready for an evening rush when we noticed things falling from the manhole cover, right above the counter. Presumably a pigeon had become food for flies and the maggots were raining down upon us. The roof cavity was only cleaned when BWS took over, and the pigeon problem remained an issue unitl after I was let go... for drinking on the job
Ahh the good old Emu Hotel. What a shithole lol.
Near the underpass?
As crazy as this sounds this story genuinely happened, but its been long enough since it happened so I reckon it's safe to tell this horror story.
Work in a bottle shop and was closing by myself on a weeknight when I hear the faint sound of arguing coming from the carpark. Eventually after a few minutes this stops and one of the people arguing (a middle-aged bogan) buys his stuff and comes to the counter and explains to me that an old lady (who is still in the carpark) reversed and crashed into his SUV. As he says this she walks in the store and they start arguing again. The old lady keeps asking for his insurance information but he keeps refusing, saying he only wants cash in hand (I presume he didn't have a licence on him or was suspended) and would threaten to call the cops if she didn't. In a mess the lady rushes off and I don't hear or see anything for about 10-15 minutes so I assumed that was the end of it.
Fast forward 15 minutes and the old lady, clearly distraught and crying, rushes back into the store, walks up to the counter and pulls out $500 in $50 bills and throws them at me. She then, whilst crying, says to me (not verbatum but essentially like this):
"I've had it, tell the bastard here's his fucking money. I can't do this anymore. My husband killed himself last week and I'm going to kill myself tomorrow.", and walks out the store and drives off fast.
Now I'm just standing there stunned, customers in the store are confused.
To cut a long story short, police were called and I had to stay back two hours past closing time scouring through CCTV footage for any identifying shots.
Next morning I get a call at 7am from a counstable saying they found the woman (she was alive and fine), but they sure as fuck don't train you for any of this sort of stuff.
Needless to say I think I deserved the drink I bought myself after work. 🥲
Jesus fucking christ mate, I'd quit after that
I think you should have nicked a drink after that.
One time while working above a bottle shop. A crackie had gone inside, saw a dad carrying his baby in a papoose and said "That's not a real baby!" and proceeded to punch the 2 month old infant in the back of the head. Everyone in the shop who witnessed this jumped the crackie, causing the shop and the bar above where I worked to stop service.
farrrrk
WTAF!?!?
Please tell me he copped the flogging of a lifetime
Wtffff
Was the youngling ok?
A few quick fun ones that stood out to me when I worked at Little Bottler in Hurstville:
- A guy spent 15 mins looking at all our wine, then spent another 5 mins looking at the cheap wines near the entrance. He then came to the counter and asked if we had any wine.
- A middle-aged Chinese woman asked if we sell fish. Yes, *fish*.
- Some hipster looking guy raged at me for not knowing which wines were vegan. I had never heard of vegan wine at that point, and said if I knew which of the hundreds of types of wines were vegan, I wouldn't be working at a bottle-o, I'd be a vintner (or maybe a sommelier).
- Another middle-aged Chinese woman asked if our upstairs storage (where we keep all the surplus really expensive stock) was available for rent.
Lastly, we had those "early" customers who would be waiting outside before you even open at 10am. As I lifted the shutter door they would duck under it to roam the store... in complete darkness. Gotta know how you need a morning drink that bad.
Working at a major chain in Woden ACT. A guy with a cane came in and bought a cheap bottle of tawny. Served him and he left. About an hour later he comes back, staggering a little. I tell him I'm not going to serve him this time as he's clearly intoxicated. His response was to shit himself, a little bit dribbled out of his pants and he exclaimed "You'll have to clean that up, it'll stink" before he staggered back out.
is that the bws or the liquorland? always used to see lads bottle running from that liquorland outside entrance/exit. one time an old dude on a bike chased these lads down and went apeshit on them, I was fortunate enough to be on smoko at the time, and to my sheer amazement, these lads got systematically dismantled by the old fella. He straight threw the bike and it hit two of them, one tried to make off with the case down the underpass at the library crossing, he booked it down there and as this was too hilarious not to watch I had to follow, just in time to see the lad with the case drop it and square off with old fella, only for big boss to click his fingers in the air to distract the lad, before stomping in the side of his knee and beating the piss out of him. Called the cops and they got there pretty quick, it’s Woden afterall. When I was telling the johnnies what happened I overheard old mate telling a cop “that’s what ya get for stealing, fucked crucial ligaments”. I’m not sure if I’ll ever see a funnier turn of events in that shithole.
I opened the store one morning to find a bin full of smirnoff 9% cans and an open safe, didnt think much of it. Later that day a customer showed me a video of the Co-worker yelling at a man she had just T-boned. Turns out the co-worker was drinking cans straight from the fridge while serving customers and training the new guy. Just got off the interlock a week before too.
I spent a few years working at a BWS in Darwin and got used to dealing with shoplifters pretty much every day. After a while it became more funny than anything else as most of the theft was just sad drunks and backpackers so there was relatively little violence attached to the confrontations. I came back from a break one day and walked into the shop to hear the Manager (Sean) accusing a bloke of stealing something. After a brief back and forth of accusation and denial, I spotted that the guy had some string tied around his ankle to hold his pant leg closed and what looked like a bottle poking out of the fabric. I called out to Sean and told him the bottle was in the guys pants and, without hesitation, Sean Exclaimed "Oh!" and kicked the guy in the shin a lot harder than was probably necessary. After the guy finished howling in pain, and telling us what a pack of c*nts we were, I told Sean that he had the wrong leg and it was on the other side. Our thief quickly untied the string and returned the bottle before hobbling out the door.
I work for BWS and I've seen some pretty cooked units in my time there, but the weirdest had to be this young fella who came in one day. I went to serve him and he was clearly wigging out on something, he was sweating bullets, his pupils looked fucked and his eyes were darting all over the shop. He asked me what our cheapest smokes were and I told him he'd save like $10 at Woolies, so he brought himself a single tallie and thanked me, I said "no worries, have a good day mate" and he looked me dead in the eye and said in a strange grumbly tone "I've got evil inside me bruh, I've got cockroaches inside me" and with not knowing what else to say to that, I responded with a "Oh, that's no good" before he walked across the way to the Woolies cigarette counter.
No good at all haha
I work at a BWS and once heard a very visibly fucked up customer mutter under his breath saying he was on LSD and Meth. When he was denied service for being intoxicated he then said ''yeah but not on this shit, (pointing at all the alcohol around him) on other stuff'', and then listed all the drugs he had taken again. He then threatened to bash me up and started to come behind the counter until the police were about to be called...
Also, had a drunk guy steal a single bottle of beer after being denied service only to apologise and return it 5 mins later.
I know the next couple sins are covered but if you ever want to hear some wild sins, ask the Coffee Shop Workers for theirs. Some of the wildest stories. Between new hires that couldn't figure out 2+1 (literally, basic addition), an angry construction worker that got tackled by cops, a girl who locked herself in the bathroom for 5 hours and we had to get rescue to break open the door, catching and drowning mice during business hours, and more. And I worked in the nice part of town. We seen some shit (literally in some cases).
Worked at a bottle shop with a supermarket attached. Was in the bottle shop when a regular came in with her two kids and a bag of grocery shopping from next door.
She heads straight to the VB fridge and grabs a 6 pack (she does this every day but doesn’t want to buy it by the carton to save money as she’ll “polish it off too quickly”).
Anyway, she gets to the counter and her card declines, but instead of walking out without the beers, she says to one of her daughters “go next door and get a refund on the bread and milk”. The daughter said “But mum, we need the bread and milk for breakfast tomorrow.”
But she wasn’t having it so the bread and milk were returned and the refunded money used to buy the sixer of VBs. Bleak.
Some time later she told us that she had sold her house. We asked her whether she was looking at buying another one elsewhere. She said she was just going to rent and that she’s going to go on a holiday to Bali with the proceeds. She also bought a brand new, bright green Holden Maloo Ute!
Worked at a Dan murphys in Perth for four years. One of my favourite memories is when I heard a strange noise from the spirit section, after getting closer I could smell a really strong fuel like odor. When I approach the isle I see a man barely able to stand up, yelling at the bottles the bottles holding a coke bottle full of a clear liquid which I assumed was methylated spirits given the smell. (Unfortunately not my only methylated spirits encounter at work). After telling him we couldn’t serve him because he was under the influence he proceeded to offer me some of the methylated spirits in an attempt to trade. After refusing he got greatly offended and tried to attack me with a small pvc pipe he had in his pocket which needless to say was not very effective.
Was it Midland? This sounds like a Midland Dans story... the people that hang out there and the IGA man.....
When I was working at a BWS in 2019, I ended up making friends with the butcher across from us. went for drinks with the bloke at his place before he left his job to move with his partner to a new place 4 hours north of Perth. Really nice rental, 2 couples, very expensive life style. place was $900 a week, could see he was really well off.
a week later after he quit his job and left, he came into my work place extremely depressed came up to the counter with a 10 pack of JD and coke.
What ended up happening is his misses on his last day of work got the removalist to take everything including his dog to the house "they" bought and dumped him with just his car.
I Bought him the 10 pack.
haven't heard from him since.
Worked in a bottleo for 12 years. one story that sticks out with me is a customer who would come in stinking of shit regularly. We ended up banning him till he cleaned himself up...the ban lasted 6 months.... He also used to get wasted and pass out outside the shop front BEFORE we had served him. I also made friends with the local drug dealer out the front of our store, nice dude, would come in 5 times a day and ask for cigarettes even though I dont smoke.
you find friend sin many strange ways, i know a few grey characters myself
Worked at a drive through bottleo in rural Queensland. Old lady easily 80+ drives in. After getting her grog she proceeds to rev the engine for a good 10 seconds as we ask her if she's alright, she puts the handbreak down and flies at mach speed into the pallets of beer in front of her, not even attempting to swerve out of the way, crushing the front of the car. She keeps pushing down on the accelerator as a regular customer with a mullet and a 4x gold long neck in his hand goes rushing over to her, pulls her out of the car, then 20 seconds later the pallet on top of the one she crashed into falls on top of the car. We call the ambulance, she was unharmed but very shaken up. No one knows how she still had her license.
Worked at a bottleo where drunks, bogans, and housos came in on the daily. One morning, a hybrid of all 3 came in saying that his 10-pack of bourbon exploded after he dropped it and wanted a refund/replacement. He kicked up a stink when we asked for proof of purchase and where 7 out of the 10 cans were. Demanded to speak to a manager and kicked up a stink when told he couldn't get them replaced. In his rage said "I'm probably gonna be fired for being late for work cause you guys wouldn't help me quick enough". Bloke then asked us to call his boss to explain why he'd be late....quiet day otherwise
Well did you call his boss or not
I worked in a homebrew store. The amount of alcohol the human body can take is just amazing. We had a few regulars that were on three LITRES of vodka a day. I could run my car on less booze.
Had some real characters there like the old lady moonshiner. She'd have been 90 in the shade and lived in the caravan park. She ran her still out of the laundry and sold 120 bottles of grog a week ($3000). When she carks it her kids are going to find a lot of money under that mattress.
Worked at a bottle-o/flower shop in Melbourne for years. Yup booze and bouquets, the obvious combo. Ive dealt with snobby ladies unhappy with the arrangement i just made while a wine-o sways behind her waiting to pay for his usual goon box.
I remember one time a regular came in and went right for our cool room. There's a camera in there and I could see it behind the counter. He pocketed 2 beers and started to walk out past me. I asked if he was going to pay for his drinks. He dropped them and ran. A few weeks later I see him again. I didn't say anything and he brought his drinks to the counter and paid for them. He was back to being a regular again after that.
From 2008 to 2011 I lived in Dubai and worked as cabin crew for Emirates airlines. The amount of wild shit that passengers got up to during flights was unbelievable. One flight, a middle aged lady, travelling from Dubai to London, was loudly demanding alcohol even before passengers were fully seated. Emirates is a pretty accommodating airline so in the spirit of serving the customer a senior cabin crew member supplied her with the desired vodka orange. This was drunk, along with three more, before we even took off! The female flight manager (purser) had a chat with us shortly after take-off and said to avoid that passenger and supply her no more booze, but the passenger quickly became repugnant and confrontational with staff as we ignored her. The purser trotted down from business class to have another chat with her and try to calm her down. Moments after she arrived at the lady's seat the passenger began shouting and finally yelled, "Listen you baron, flat chested C*NT, just get me another SCREW-DRIVER!!!". Everyone was stunned. The purser quietly stood up and made her way back to us in the rear galley of the plane. As she arrived she said to us, "if she wants a f*cking drink I'll give her a f*cking drink", and started making the passenger a double vodka and orange. The purser continued to answer the disruptive passenger's call bell and make her double screwdrivers until she eventually fell asleep. When we landed all the passengers got up and exited the plane except for one who was still fast asleep. Guess who. The cabin crew gathered around trying to wake her up, but she was totally passed out. Security was also called to the plane, but, could not wake her up. Eventually an emergency medical team from the airport had to come with a stretcher and remove her from the plane, at which time it was discovered the passenger had also pissed and shat herself. In lots of countries this sort of situation comes with a huge medical bill from the airport and often issues with the law or even being placed on a no-fly list. I have hundreds of stories like this from my time flying.
yikes, isn't that risking alcohol poisoning?
@@Fay7666nah mate it’s just a Tuesday
Airlines are no bound by responsible service of alcohol as they cover multiple borders during flight. They'll manage a passenger as best they can and then avoid confrontation and violence at the customer's peril. @@Fay7666
I used to work at a Thirsty Camel in Melbourne. We had a guy get denied because he was off his face (and driving might I add , knocking over a plastic bollard on the way in). After being declined a drink, he sped off onto the wrong side of the road, only to drive back an hour later and try AGAIN to buy a drink. Then he started fighting with his mate who was telling him to go home, and he did this by storming at him head-first in the car park. Given the drunken nature of this guy, all his mate had to do was move out of the way, and the guy smashed his head on a parked car, putting a massive dint in it. After being forcibly put into a taxi by security, he then CAME BACK AGAIN to get further rejected by the staff. He took the last rejection a lot more calmly and went home.
Use to work at a Dan Murphys in a rough suburb in Toowoomba. I was silly and played the hero trying to stop a meth-head from stealing multiple bottles of Jim Beam. He had like 4 of them stuffed in his pockets and down his pants. I stood in front of him while he tried to walk out of the store. I told him I could see all the bottles and to leave them on the counter and just walk away. He yelled abuse at me then ran past me so I let him go. One of the other customers saw this and tried to stop him outside the shop but the meth-head smashed one of the bottles and threatened the customer with the broken glass bottle. Meth-head ran away and we called the cops. Fun times.
Worked at a Liquorland in a semi-rural area of Sydney. A lady used to regularly wait outside for the shop to open to buy loads of tiny bottles of vodka after dropping her kids off at primary school. She would proceed to drop in throughout the day and buy more, until picking her kids up at the end of the day piss drunk. Told the cops about it multiple times, they did nothing.
My mum was once driving down a road nearby and was driving behind someone veering left and right wildly. She called the cops and followed the car to its driveway. The SAME alco lady jumped out and cried her heart out to my mum. So sad what alcohol can do.
I've worked in bottle-o's for a few years now and have plenty of stories.
The funniest scene I saw recently was when we had a regular blunder his way into the drive thru bottle-o after being cut off from our bar next door. Get refused service, swear and scream slurs, drop his pants to his ankles and waddle piss all the way out of the entry whilst flipping us off.
The dude was absolutely baffled when we told him THE NEXT DAY that he was given a 2 year vacation from our venues.
"did i do thaaat?" :)
Worked at a drive thru bottlo in Bathurst, we had a regular who would come in 3-4 times a day for a ‘happy aid’ (orange poweraid and a 300ml bottle of absolut). He was always keen to show off his stab wounds and share various stories of misadventure. One memorable day he came in and plonked a HUMAN SKULL on the counter, I kept telling him to put it away but he wouldn’t until he told the weird story of how a lady dug it up and sold it to him. Once he was done he bought his happy aid and left
I once passed through Bowling Green, Kentucky on a road trip from Miami to Chicago. There were a TON of massive liquor stores with huge drive throughs, and even bigger drive through lines… and this is a remarkably American Christian town, and it was a Sunday. And Father’s Day. Such an important day that everything interesting in the town was closed, except for the dozens of massive drive through liquor stores…
I am horrified and also quite excited at the prospect of Australia on a daily basis having any sort of resemblance to the brief view I got of BG, KY, USA.
Bottleo worker here. Had a fella come in the day after the pubs were shut from covid. Old mate drops the tailgate of his old land cruiser and went "pallet of white marlin tins please mate!"
He wasn't joking. Order totalled over 6'000AUD. We got the use by dates off one of the cartons and calculated that he would have to drink 15 cans a day for over a year to polish it off.
Anyway we loaded a full pallet on with the forklift. One ratchet strap over the top and he was gone. Never saw him again.
Edit: a pallet is something like 30 or more cartons of 30 cans each from memory.
I worked at a BWS in Ipswich, QLD where a local guy who I’m going to call Craig for now. Used to come in and buy 3 bags of goon once a week completely naked except for thongs.
It went on like this for nearly a year and it almost became a norm to register seeing him like that, and he was well known by locals and regular customers to the point where they would strike up convos about how their weeks were going in the store.
Keep in mind, he would do this completely naked and nobody was fazed by this.
wonder which ippy bws this was cause i never saw or heard that while living there hahaha
Got a couple stories from my years in the trenches, both of which involve drugs of one kind or another. Had a man who was clearly high as balls walk into the bottle shop and ask me to call him a cab, I obliged. After The phone call I told the man where to wait for the cab to come pick him up. after I told him where to go he immediately turned around and screamed at me "I won't take orders from a fucking acne faced teenager (I was 20)" and then stormed off, periodically stopping to turn around and call me a cunt... 10 minutes later the cab showed up and some random other guy took it.
2nd one was a man cracked out trying to buy a bottle of jim beam, telling me a story I didn't care about at the counter and then getting angry at his own story, punched the front of the counter and from the sound I can only assume he broke his hand, he then ran off without his bottle of jim beam.
That first sorry feels written by a GTA NPC lol
Both of these are great! Losing an argument against yourself is the worst - but to also break your hand??? 😂
worked at a bws, 2 come to mind. mother and daughter came in and the daughter was pointing out bottles, couldn't have been more than 15. When I refused service cause the girl didn't have ID the mother proceeded to slide/throw the bottle at me. Then another time a guy just walked into the drive through and picked up a carton of cruisers and ran off. The older guy working with me, ex-military, proceeded to jump in his car and chase the guy down. Honestly thought he was gonna run the guy down.
I used to work at a BWS in Newcastle, the amount of customers that came in with animals was just too damn high. But the one that really got me was this middle-aged crackhead looking dude that came in one night with his ‘therapy dingo’. Yes, a dingo on a leash that he said was trained in therapy. The leash between him and that dingo was so tight that I know it wasn’t even one of those half-arsed domesticated ones, he definitely just found it and claimed it as his.
Did you ever see the guy with Larry? He’s a legend around newy
(Cat on dudes shoulders)
Reminds me of this one girl I met once that would alternate bottleos so they didn't think she was an alcoholic buying 6 bottles a day
Sounds like my ex
When I was a casual I used to work at multiple locations of the same franchise and the number of regulars that frequented multiple stores each day was deeply concerning
managed Liquor Stores for over 25 years... the stories are very similar to what you've shown. Apart from numerous theft/hold ups with locking a guy in a shop on xmas eve knowing 2 bottles of vodka was missing from the shelf, to the point his mates were all outside trying to kick the door in just asking him to put the bottles on the counter and would let him go - because well I wanted to see my family on xmas eve too rather than give a 2 hour police report. He put them on counter and true to my word, let him go to a barrage of insults and threats. Another store, we did home delivery (before uber et al), one day one of those customers came into the shop and walked out what seemed to be empty handed, after noticing more bottles missing, pulled up the cameras and saw this customer place in bag. 30 min later we were at his front door and the surprise on his face as he opened up was priceless. He paid on the spot after threatening to call police.
Also had another couple do a runner, I give chase (pls don't do this) as regulars in the area see this and join in the chase, I had to race back to shop and close the doors, and I find out that the locals had "sorted" them out themselves. Needless to say, a free beer for their efforts. lol
i work in a bottle shop and we get people paying in cash all the time because they say they dont want the government tracking their purchases, but they will absolutely buy everything on their membership account so they get the points.
Love ya work australian cookers
In the town I’m from there is a group of 8 40-50 year old men that have modified eski scooters (exactly what you think). They all ride them into the store every Friday night and the biggest, a fat biker bloke, has a much larger scooter. They go through and buy about 120 bottles a week and afterwards the bigger bloke hands his out to random people while they ride their way back to one of their houses. Every new years they invite everyone over and have bring about 400 bottles for the night. They are the most beloved people in the town.
I worked at a BWS in West End in Brisbane where there are at least 4 BWS' within a 10 min walk of each other which might say a little bit about the area. My store was also tucked away BEHIND a Night Owl with a dodgy car park which was perpetually covered in piss and shit on a good day. One night, an old man on deaths door manages to walk into the store and with his Electrolarynx throat microphone tries to ask me to get some sort of drink for him but he was completely inaudible. I kept telling him "I don't know what you are saying" to which he would keep replying with the same garbled AM radio noise asking for something. Eventually, he started shaking I imagine in frustration as he couldn't seem to make any resemblance of an emotion with his face and proceeded to shit himself and hobble out of the store while still shaking. I proceeded to douse the store in Glen 20 before anymore customers arrived.
Working at a liquor/supermarket in lilyfield right next to 3 housing commissions.
My 3 favourite memories being
1) saying 100 5cent coins aren’t legal tender and the bloke just saying “take it or I’ll stab ya”
2) the most normal housos alco talking about how his neighbours threw his cat off the roof for dobbing them in
3) being asked to come help a fella carry some cases to his car, as I put them in the boot he asked me to do his interlock
I worked at Icebox liquor in a very low socio economic area. On my very first shift we had two guys in balaclavas snooping out the back then try to rob the convenience store right next to us so that was a great start, not sure why I didn’t just nope out of there.
Also had a knife fight between two guys right outside the store as well, definitely got to know the local coppers pretty well.
Got offered some weed as payment for a slab of XXXX. Had to regretfully decline that one.
Had an arrogant regular who yelled at you if you didn’t attend to him or process his transaction fast enough. Got the same thing every time and at the same time everyday. Shook up his longies to make them flat every time I was on
I worked at a drive thru bottlo back in the day in a fairly dodgy suburb. The most memorable event was one of the locals taking a shit in the car park and then picking it up and trying to throw it at us, because we were closing as it was 12am and he wanted us to serve him despite telling him we’re closed. Good times.
Worked in a Dans in Queanbeyan for a while apart from the usual sad stories of the daily line on Monday for the 9:30 open I do have one memory that sticks with me. I was working on Christmas Eve and so we were smashed everyone was trying to clear out the shelves it seemed. Things were going fine at counter until I noticed what I can assume was a very drug addled Oompa Loompa waddling past everyone in the line and then straight towards the exit. I saw the huge bottle of jacks in her hand and said “hey love can you just put that back on the shelf for me thanks” without hesitation she turned and pelted the glass bottle at my head like she was pitching for the Yankees. She then screamed “fine I didn’t want it anyways” and turned and walked out like she had just thrown money on the floor. I’m glad I ducked because that 1.5L of jacks must have reached Mach speeds as it came at me
Worked at a Liquorland in Kings Cross which was on the lower, underground level of a shopping centre. A classic local came in and complained about the $2 shop upstairs saying they wouldn’t give a refund. He purchased a lighter and a pack of cigarettes then stormed off back upstairs. Next thing I know the fire alarm is going off and we all have to evacuate. When going upstairs to evacuate I see the $2 shop on fire. Yes….he lit the place on fire because they wouldn’t give him a refund. Fire brigade comes and puts out the fire….worst part was, because we were on the lower level, the entire shop got flooded by a foot of water and we had to spend 5 hours cleaning it up. Good old kings cross.
"I'm the dog" is verbatim what some homeless guy near my uni said the other day... the universal experience
I worked at Dan Murphy’s and I was always astonished at the queue at 9:45 before we opened. I would have to open the main doors to open the ice machine before we were technically opened and would walk out with my palm out in front of me, like a snake charmer, and open the ice machine whilst maintaining eye contact with the crowd or they would try to rush in if I turned my back.
People often ducked or crawled under the closing metal shutters at closing time as well, often with an “I’VE MADE IT”. Pricks ahha
I worked at the Howard Springs (rural Darwin) Thirsty Camel, there was strippers in the pub on a Wednesday night, and hunting buggies were the second most prevalent mode of vehicle through the drive through. It all came to a head when I refused to serve a bloke who had just pissed on the generator out front of the drive through. He went on an abusive rant for 20 minutes then went and complained to the manager who then told me to serve him his three bottles of fat lamb. The manager told me "Just serve them, they go and complain to the discrimination commission, then licensing harasses us." After that I quit
I had a guy genuinely try to punch me in the face when I refused service for him buying for his teenage kid, and when i say that I mean he started to go for the swing and his 15ish year old son had to grab his arm to stop him
Isn’t it so great when the children are taking care of the children?
The youth are so evolved
At a Dans in Queensland during a safety meeting our manager told us about how he once denied service to a younger islander guy who had no ID, who then walked outside angrily, only for his "6'5 120 KG" father to enter the store pointing at the same bottle of bundy trying to buy it, my manager then told the man that he could not as that would be secondary service, the father was not happy about this and started yelling at my manager until ultimately attempting the jump the counter, chasing my manager across the store for about 5 minutes until he locked himself in the office. Then when the man had finally left and gotten into his truck, my manager came out of the office and went outside to get his plates, only for the man to jump out of his truck and chase my manager back to his office again. Gotta love story time at work.
Worked at a BWS awhile back, one of my co-workers had to call out the RACV as a customer managed to lock himself in the boot of his own car (with the keys in his hand) and couldn't get out. Turns out this type of thing is common and serious enough that it's flagged as a priority so he wasn't stuck in their too long. To this day I still wonder how on earth the dude managed this...
I worked at a big department store back in the 90's called Hills. We were having a huge sale one day before Christmas. PPL were gathering, about to riot, at our front door. When we let them in someone had shat thier pants then just finished shopping. This was evidenced by little "hershey drops" all over the store and an odor nobody could pinpoint its source. It was awful! Crap everywhere. Toy department, shoe department... Jewelry... the buggies had poo on the wheels! HORRIBLE! lmao! Can't miss them deals!
Worked at a bottle-o for a long time. Had an elderly hospital patient (escapee?) stumble slowly into the store, wearing nothing but those paper-thin hospital gowns that tie together at the back. He can barely keep himself upright as he clings to door handles and shelves, clambering towards the back of the store. When i approach him, I notice he's bare-arse with brown stains up the back of his gown. He reached for a goonsack, but could barely lift it up off the shelf. It's at this point i notice he's still wearing his hospital ID wrist band and I refused him service. He begged me to let him buy the goon, but eventually moseyed on out of the store. We don't get paid enough to know how to handle these kinda situations.
I was working in a supermarket but very much sported an extensive BWS section. Unlike many of these other stories, this shop was hardly what you'd call rough. So naturally when I was first starting out, I was trying to be friendly, whenever I could, I would attempt to have at least a small conversation as they paid.
This guy comes up to the till and puts on what looked like a standard weekly grocery shop for a large family, but I noticed he had 7 bottles of Jack Daniels, the large ones. This was around Christmas so I thought nothing of it.
So trying to make conversation I joked, "let me guess, one for each day of the week." The man then looked up at me and coldly said, "yes."
I was so young and naive I had no idea what to say, but the man just stared at me, as if waiting for me to continue talking, but I just awkwardly froze.
The first time I met an Australian, it was because they wanted beer even though I had just closed the shop and after begging for a few minutes through the glass doors while I was cleaning up, I caved and let them buy some Fosters. They called me a "fucking legend" and chanted in the parking lot as I was locking back up.
The one suspect piece of this story is Australians buying Fosters.
@@watsisbuttndo829 Yeah, why would they want to buy laxatives at closing time ?
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That must have been a Britisher. No Australian buys Fosters.
I recently got two stories from my job at one of the many bottle-o’s in Brisbane city.
Story 1: guy comes in, reeking of homelessness, and does the druggie shuffle towards the whiskey. He picks out a bottle, goes to the counter, and slams down his hand, revealing a small, snapped, and rusty chain made from mystery metal. The guy then turns to leave, saying “that’ll pay for it, that’s a solid gold chain right there”. I inform him that even if it was gold, we’re not a fucking pawn shop and he can’t pay for the bottle with “””jewellery”””. He doubles down, insisting that’s it’s “real gold”, before leaving the store.
Story 2: we’ve recently gotten remote-locking glass doors on all the spirits, which has led to some great moments. The best is when a guy stormed into the store, no words spoken, and beelined straight for the bourbon. After rattling the door for a few seconds, he got frustrated and stormed back outside. While he was doing so, he made the fatal mistake of swiping a bottle of red wine. We reported him to the police beat, who within the span of half an hour managed to arrest him, review his Visa, and deport him lmao. Kicked out of the country over $30 of wine, what a way to go
I worked at an independent bottle shop in Doveton for many years and I have hundreds of stories. Two in particular come to mind.
1) my girlfriend (now wife) was also working there and one of our regulars came in shirtless with blood smeared all over his jeans. He lived just across the road and was screaming that someone had smeared blood all over his bedroom door. He then proceeded to ask my girlfriend if she would like to go see 50 shades of grey with him, as he’d asked his son’s girlfriend and she said no.
2) we would chase thieves when they stole at the time. We had a gentleman take a 10 pack of something and try running off with it, the staff member who was watching the shop screamed for help and I came and helped him chase the thief to retrieve the stock. My co worker rather than chase him ran to his car. I continued chasing the thief and he got tired and fell down exhausted after running for 150m or so. Unfortunately his pants fell down and he wasn’t wearing underwear and I saw everything. He got up and tried running again and fell again, with his pants falling down too. This time he’d had diarrhoea and it was still coming out of him as I approached. When he got up and was walking away, my coworker nearly ran him over in someone’s driveway to stop him from getting away. I had to tell him to let him go, we got the stock back and he’s had enough.
you did get a quite bad day there
In the US you can't control a vehicle while drunk - it doesn't specify automobile. So we get DUI arrests for guys driving a Barbie Powerwheels Jeep around and such. What I'm finding in Australia is that the laws tend to read "motor vehicle," but it does vary by state just like it does here. So a frisky cop could make a good case for your lawnmower guy.
A good news one. While working for a major chain in Charnwood ACT, I refused service to guy who came in clearly intoxicated. He was ugly crying, swaying and couldnt hold his own wallet if his life depended on it. The next day he returned to the store and thanked me for not selling him the bottle he wanted as if he had much more to drink he thinks he may have self-unalived the previous night.
Fucking Charnie - never change.
Come halfway up the hill after ten sometimes. I've had some very unique interactions.
@@jimihossack9191 grew up near Bainton in Melba mate. I know.
Worked at a ‘Vintage Cellars’ in Melbourne, within the trendy middle class electorate of Menzies. We mainly sold ‘up-market’ wines, craft beers, all that sorta stuff. I started the job when I was 19 and knew fckall about wine. I enjoyed bullshitting my way through conversations with apparent wine connoisseurs about whether or not the wine they were buying would compliment their seafood dinner or steak. Also the local tradies would regularly lay into us about all the flavoured craft beers we had in the front fridges one bloke even called them ‘p**fta’ beers once. We kept all the regular beers in the cool room… the dynamics of melbourne’s suburbs for ya.
I used to work in a drive thru bottle'o that was at the back of a pub in northern Sydney. One time on a quiet Saturday day shift a man with down syndrome came into the bottle'o and was browsing the wine section. I thought nothing of it until i saw him exiting with a bottle of wine, i ran up to him and grabbed the bottle and said "hey buddy you have to pay for this first". He then rips away the wine bottle with an unexpected amount of strength for his size and runs off, I radio the cellar-man in the pub and alert him to what happened. He comes running out of the pub chasing this down syndrome guy into the nearby shopping center, at this point I lost visual contact but he came back not long after empty handed. Apparently when he caught up to the bloke and tried to wrestle the wine bottle off him, he wouldn't let go. This guy was holding on to this bottle for dear life whilst trying to get away, eventually the cellar-man gave up came back and called the cops. When he explained to the cops what had happened and the description of the guy they immediately knew who it was and told us that he was banned from almost every pub, bottle'o and shopping center in Sydney for theft.
I work in a bottle shop in the glorious regional town of Ballina! One particular day I was taking rubbish out back of the store and noticed this notably obese woman rapidly waddling away. I then decided to look through security footage outside only to be beholden to her popping a squat directly in front of bins shitting what seemed to be yellowish brown liquid.
She then later came into the store asking if we had any goon she usually purchases, in which case my mate says “Yeah but we don’t serve people that take shits out the back” she denies it until I bring up we have security footage in which case she replies “well I’ve done it before! why give me grief now”
She still continues to meander around the store, and I always have to check she hasn’t taken any shits as she unusually stinks
My BWS has a local group of regulars called "the 750 club" because all they do is drink 750ml long necks while fishing in the lagoon across the carpark after finishing work for the day. The club originated about 30 years ago when they were young and probably in trade school. It started as a harmless bit of fun but has turned into a group of mostly middle aged men, with many of them in denial about their substance abuse issues. Most of them are annoying but there's a few I actually enjoy seeing come in which is something
Caught that "Tumbleweed" Song during the skit.
Fuckin GREAT song
Man this makes me feel fancy. My local (rural) store is huge and squeaky clean with an empty parking lot. Never more than 2-3 people at the same time. Everybody behaves like...human adults. It's not much different than going to the bank!
I can't imagine dealing with all the crazy drunk people trying to get their fix
i work at a bottleshop that is attached to a big name bar/nightclub. not the most fun (except that one time jordies performed there!)
@@dommitchell4319 cool story brah
At a bottelo around 3 years ago a crackhead started fucking with the cars at my shops drive through, causing the Karen who owned one of the cars to flip out and start blowing up at me for it.
Even after defusing and asking the Karen to just leave the junkie was still fucking around in the drive through by the time I was able to get to her. She was rapidly getting more and more incoherent and began to strip nude. It had been over 4 hours of naked junkie traffic control in the adjacent carpark and roads on a busy Saturday before the police showed up. Never saw them again. Windale never disappoints.
Yeah had a brief stint of alcoholism and realised I had a problem when I walked into the big barrel and the bloke welcomed me by name, although the few milliseconds of feeling acceptance and belonging had me double guessing my decision to not go back again.
I worked at a bws in southern Vic for about a year, one of the weirdest customers I had went though Woolworths first and then came into my shop, the whole time in bright red underwear, he went and got 1 Smirnoff premix red bottle, and after buying it he cracked it, pointed at the cap and said "I never leave with one of them" and then walked off drinking the Smirnoff. I collect bottle caps and added his to my collection and still have it a couple years later
I had this early 20's bogan lad come in while his mate waited out the front in a thrashed out commodore, still running. This usually meant they were going to try to pull a fast one. He said he wanted something out of the locked top shelf cabinet with all the expensive bottles in it so he could "Impress his girlfriends parents over dinner." The guy was wearing ripped tracksuit pants, had holes in his shoes and was wearing those sunnies you only see sold at service stations (you know the ones.) I told him he'd need a pretty decent bottle to make an impression, unlocked the cabinet and grabbed a $200 bottle of aged whiskey that I was confident he couldn't afford. I didn't let the bottle anywhere near him, and went back to the til to ring it up for him. I'm not sure if he was too committed to his story or if he was actually telling the truth, but he ended up paying the full price for it and left. I saw him arguing with his mate in the commodore for a few minutes before they sped off, so I'm guessing something didn't go to plan. Pretty sure I pressured the guy into paying his whole Centrelink cheque on that whiskey, but fuck it, he got what he came in for.
Once had a woman in our drive through get her probably 5 year old son to blow into her interlock breathalyzer. Kid had this look on his face like he knew what she was having him do was completely fucked and I could tell it was most likely not his first time having to do it. Immediately called her rego in to the cops, but they said she was probably already home and there wasn't much they could do at that point.
I think those sunnies are called "speed dealer sunnies" and think that certain Aussie Pollies appearances would only be improved if they wore them.
Can't say which one/s, as I'm afraid they'll attack my house and leave a floating skull above my house once they're done.
I knew a bloke in my local bottle o who would drink on the job quite regularly but was very good at hiding it…until he wasn’t. One day i got a call from my boss in a panicked voice asking me to rush down to take over the store, so I got up and drove down. My boss’ face was glowing red and he pointed at the cold room door, “take a look mate”. I walked around the corner to find a sea of broken bottles and shattered cartons with the drunk man star-fished on the floor in the ocean of great northern he’d created as he passed out, taking about 10 cartons with him. He didn’t get fired. The next most impressive thing he did was sculling an 1125 Smirnoff in about 30 seconds flat before completely passing out and having to get carried to the car so his wife could take him home. It took about 4-5 times of this happening before he finally got let go. He was a great bloke though. Should also probably mention that in the time since I started working there when I left school 3 regulars have died from alcohol poisoning. Great job.
i work at a liquor legends and one time a crackhead came in and wanted to buy a bottle of 101wild turkey and didn't have any money on him so he asked "can u just give it to me" and when i said "i cant do anything about it" he cracked it and smashed the rest of the 101 bottle and said "if i cant have it no one can" then stormed off. haven't seen him since
I worked at a BWS where thefts were pretty common. One night me and another bloke called Rhino were 10 minutes away from closing when i notice a man pacing back and forth outside the shop looking inside. After a good minute of pacing he enters the store with his head down and a hat covering his face. He grabs a 4 pack of RTDs glancing at me and Rhino numerous times before walking around behind the isle shelf so me and Rhino cannot directly see him. Anyway we hear a loud bang as he drops the 4 pack trying to force it into his pants. When reaching for the cans on the floor he then drops the shopping bag he was carrying. Then as he bends down to pickup his stuff he stumbles reaching for a can that had rolled away and falls onto the shelf knocking over numerous bottles and making more rattle. As he was getting up a strap from his backpack got caught on the edge of the shelf, so as he was gathering his feet the strap jerked him back, sending him tits up. (We couldnt really see what was happening in the moment it was just a series of loud noises to us. When we checked the cameras as he left we saw what happened). After this he managed to stand up properly gather his stuff and head towards the exit . As he was leaving he said to Rhino "Sorry for dropping it mate". Which is completely understandable as stealing something is ok but dropping it is not.
The sheer amount of sexual harassment from customers while I’m at work I’ve dealt with. From comments about my body to comments on what they would like to do to me, one guy has said to me that they had just c*m all over the note he’s handed me and that it was a taste of what was to come when I finished and then stated the time I was supposed to finish, to people literally putting their hands on me.
Being a young woman in this kind of job sucks sometimes
Used to work in a bottlo in coffs, had a regular come in, we chatted for a bit as I walked around him to grab his usual out of the fridge. While bringing the sale up and still chatting, he says "oh, this isn't a hold up by the way..." i then noticed the rather large knife he was holding behind his arm.... gotta love the people you meet haha.
I worked at Liquorland for 9 years and I also had someone shit on the floor.
Enough about that though.
I had a regular customer who'd been coming in for a few years, always had a friendly easy interaction with them and a little chat.
One Saturday night when I was all alone, she comes in clearly a little tipsy and proceeds to awkwardly chat and subtly ask me if I'd like to come back to her place and drink her wine with her. After politely refusing and not taking it seriously she asks if she can have a hug. I've always said not hugging her would've been so much more awkward than just doing it and getting it over with. I hug her and she kisses me right on the neck. That hug which should've been quick felt like an eternity as I screamed on the inside. Keeping in mind I was 22 at the time and she would have been over 50.
I played it cool and appeared comfortable but I probably wasn't.
Although my first thought was to tell this story to the boys in the group chat about how I guess I was sexually assaulted technically 😅
This story has a part 2 if you'd like to hear it x
Let's hear it
Lol, got your gold wings?.
Funny thing is I know that the Thirsty Camel story was also Perf. That has south of the river perth written all over it
I used to work at a bottle o near a halfway house on my first day this mole like human shuffled in and proceeded to bark his order in what I eventually found out was English after 10 mins of pointing at things and him shaking his head I was forced to ring the boss man upstairs
The boss then explained to me that I'd just had my first encounter with Mumbles who will be here every day for the cheapest bottle of Port we had
After fetching said bottle he then proceeded to pull out the grottiest piece of cloth I'd ever seen another quick call to the boss followed turns out mole man wraps up his shrapnel in this cloth ( ? ) and I was to retrieve the money from the cloth
I eventually ended up paying for it out of my own pocket and told him to get out only to watch him scab through the ashtray for bumpers on his way out
How good is perth
Once had a regular come in with a handheld crate that we came to find out was occupied by three pigeons, which we discovered when he released them into the store. While chaos ensued with these pigeons flying around the store in a panick and freaking out both staff and customers, the regular who released them said "not to worry, I'll go get the pigeon whisperer", and laughed his way out the store with a case of vb (unpaid for) in hand. He did not return with the pigeon whisperer.
I worked in a bottle shop in Tassie that was right across the road from the biggest hospital in the state. Suffice it to say I have more than a few stories about interesting characters coming into my bottle-o from the hospital but I think the one that takes the cake is the man who shat himself in my shop two days in a row.
I was working the night shift one night and the most stereotypical homeless looking fellow comes in, fully dressed up in his patient scrubs with one hand on the IV drip that was still plugged into his arm. I immediately looked at my coworker who just said if he’s not intoxicated then we have no reason not to serve him and so I shrugged and went along with it. After he’d been browsing for about a minute I started to smell the unmistakable smell of shit, and not just any shit, the stink up the whole room kind of shit. It was foul but my coworker, brave soul that he was, took a spray bottle of air freshener and started walking behind this guy spraying every few seconds. Eventually the guy picked what he wanted and came to the counter. I tried to get his sale done and get home out of the shop as quickly as possible but when the sale was concluded he stopped to ask me to what that smell was. Dumbfounded I just said “what do you mean what smell is that?” He replied “that really nice fruity smell” he was talking about the air freshener and had no idea he’d shat himself. He complimented us on our choice of air freshener and left, unfortunately not taking the stink with him which lingered for an unbearable amount of time.
The next day he came back to our bottle-o again, this time he’d had the good manners to shit himself before he came into our shop. Before he got three steps into our shop my coworker went up to him and said he’d have to do something about the smell or leave. The man was again completely unaware that he’d shat himself so my coworker explained it to him at which point he left with a depressed look on his face. I never saw him again
Gold Coast: The amount of old ladies peering through the half-opened shutters wondering when the store would open. We opened at 9, followed by a stampede of musky smells and white hair to grab the goon boxes. Everything else untouched except maybe the odd '6 bottle 10% off' deal of the $5 savs from the fridge.
An extremely obese man assaulted a flight attendant, and then locked himself in the bathroom, was stuck there for the rest of the flight. It was Jetstar, of course. I didn't see this first-hand but I am a cleaner at the airport so I overhear alot of passenger and crew conversations.
In Beaver Creek Colorado, we have a liquor store named Beaver Liquors.
For some unknown reason, we also have a dive shop in the same town called Beaver Divers. Why anyone living at 12,000ft in the middle of the Rockies needs diving gear, I'm not sure. Not to be out done, a nearby town has a fishing tackle shop called Master Bait and Tackle.
Still, that Thirsty Camel drive through has to be the coolest thing ever! 😎