Apostasy in the Afternoon - Commentary
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I wish I had this kind of talent. Even if I did, I don't have the time to write anymore. Feeling a tad jealous.
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Saw Skooh wrote:Can somebody explain why Glen has to drive to Wyoming for gin? Utah has gin.
It's a bit cheaper there. Plus, no chance of being seen walking out of a state liquor store in a Utah strip mall.
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Two Thumbs Up! 
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Keeping this at the top. I'd hate for Mr. Bobberson to think we have forgotten about him.
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Analytics wrote:Saw Skooh wrote:Can somebody explain why Glen has to drive to Wyoming for gin? Utah has gin.
It's a bit cheaper there. Plus, no chance of being seen walking out of a state liquor store in a Utah strip mall.
Ah yes Evanston Wyoming. I remember many a road trip driving up there with my buddies to buy beer. Back in the day you only had to be 18 I think to buy beer in Wyoming when you had to be 21 in Utah.
This was all before I joined church. I did not do that kind of stuff then.
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Cody Webster had been stacking cases of beer at the State-Line Liquor Store in Evanston Wyoming for over an hour. While others might have found the job tiring, it was invigorating to Cody. He enjoyed being at the liquor store—the huge variety of liquor and beer was tantalizing to contemplate, and he liked the adult environment where people went in preparation for their parties. Not to mention, the clean smelling and climate-controlled enviornment was paradise compared to the work back home at his folks' hog farm.
“Boy, things sure got busy this last weekend!” Cody said to his supervisor Jason Johnson.
The question triggered Jason to think about his career in the liquor store, where he was the assistant manager. Jason started working there after he finished his mission to Fresno California in 1987. When he first started, he told everybody is was just a temporary job until he found something more suitable for an RM saving money to go to college in Utah. But in his heart he secretly found being in a thoroughly non-Mormon environment invigorating. Weeks turned into months and then years. Had he really been working there for 25 years now?
Feeling Cody’s gaze as he waited for a response to his comment, Jason snapped back to the present. “Yea, it always gets busy around conference weekend.” Seeing Cody’s blank reaction to his explanation, he explained, “You see, once every spring and fall, the Mormon Church has a weekend when there is no church. Whenever that happens, there is a spike in alcohol sales.” He shrugged his shoulders, indicating that he wasn’t going to speculate as to why.
Jason noticed a customer at the register. Looking at the counter, he saw two cases of Coors beer and three bottles of Gordon’s gin. Walking up to the cash register, he looked at the customer and warmly said, “Howdy Glenn! How’s it going?”
After exchanging pleasantries with the regular, Jason returned to helping Cody stack the cases. Looking through the store's glass front at the pickup with Utah license plates drive away, Cody asked, “Why do we get so many customers from Utah?”
Thinking about it for a bit, Jason replied, “Well, it’s kinda like fishing. Do you know why you always take two Mormons with you when you go fishing?”
“Why?”
“Because if you take only one, he’ll drink all your beer.”
“Boy, things sure got busy this last weekend!” Cody said to his supervisor Jason Johnson.
The question triggered Jason to think about his career in the liquor store, where he was the assistant manager. Jason started working there after he finished his mission to Fresno California in 1987. When he first started, he told everybody is was just a temporary job until he found something more suitable for an RM saving money to go to college in Utah. But in his heart he secretly found being in a thoroughly non-Mormon environment invigorating. Weeks turned into months and then years. Had he really been working there for 25 years now?
Feeling Cody’s gaze as he waited for a response to his comment, Jason snapped back to the present. “Yea, it always gets busy around conference weekend.” Seeing Cody’s blank reaction to his explanation, he explained, “You see, once every spring and fall, the Mormon Church has a weekend when there is no church. Whenever that happens, there is a spike in alcohol sales.” He shrugged his shoulders, indicating that he wasn’t going to speculate as to why.
Jason noticed a customer at the register. Looking at the counter, he saw two cases of Coors beer and three bottles of Gordon’s gin. Walking up to the cash register, he looked at the customer and warmly said, “Howdy Glenn! How’s it going?”
After exchanging pleasantries with the regular, Jason returned to helping Cody stack the cases. Looking through the store's glass front at the pickup with Utah license plates drive away, Cody asked, “Why do we get so many customers from Utah?”
Thinking about it for a bit, Jason replied, “Well, it’s kinda like fishing. Do you know why you always take two Mormons with you when you go fishing?”
“Why?”
“Because if you take only one, he’ll drink all your beer.”
Last edited by Gladness on Fri May 16, 2014 2:23 am, edited 1 time in total.
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The quiet dignity of Glen Tibbets was very moving.
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Wow! Thanks again, Bob!!
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Great job Bob really do enjoy your talent.
Your story reminds me of Malad, Idaho. When the lotto gets about 100 mil or higher Malad fills with lotto ticket buyers. It is not rocket science to figure out that the lines that string outside of the stores are Utahans. Many seem nervous and look over their shoulders and button their shirts to their necks and try to hide the garment lines. I have not witnessed this in Preston but I am told it is the same there. Preston is a larger town and there are more stores so the lines don't get as long. Also Malad has the Interstate going for it.
Just my contribution to trivia.
Analytics wrote:Cody Webster had been stacking cases of beer at the State-Line Liquor Store in Evanston Wyoming for over an hour. While others might have found the job tiring, it was invigorating to Cody. He enjoyed being at the liquor store—the huge variety of liquor and beer was tantalizing to contemplate, and he liked the adult environment where people went in preparation for their parties. Not to mention, the clean smelling and climate-controlled enviornment was paradise compared to the work back home at his folks' hog farm.
“Boy, things sure got busy this last weekend!” Cody said to his supervisor Jason Johnson.
The question triggered Jason to think about his career in the liquor store, where he was the assistant manager. Jason started working there after he finished his mission to Fresno California in 1987. When he first started, he told everybody is was just a temporary job until he found something more suitable for an RM saving money to go to college in Utah. But in his heart he secretly found being in a thoroughly non-Mormon environment invigorating. Weeks turned into months and then years. Had he really been working there for 25 years now?
Feeling Cody’s gaze as he waited for a response to his comment, Jason snapped back to the present. “Yea, it always gets busy around conference weekend.” Seeing Cody’s blank reaction to his explanation, he explained, “You see, once every spring and fall, the Mormon Church has a weekend when there is no church. Whenever that happens, there is a spike in alcohol sales.” He shrugged his shoulders, indicating that he wasn’t going to speculate as to why.
Jason noticed a customer at the register. Looking at the counter, he saw two cases of Coors beer and three bottles of Gordon’s gin. Walking up to the cash register, he looked at the customer and warmly said, “Howdy Glenn! How’s it going?”
After exchanging pleasantries with the regular, Jason returned to helping Cody stack the cases. Looking through the store's glass front at the pickup with Utah license plates drive away, Cody asked, “Why do we get so many customers from Utah?”
Thinking about it for a bit, Jason replied, “Well, it’s kinda like fishing. Do you know why you always take two Mormons with you when you go fishing?”
“Why?”
“Because if you take only one, he’ll drink all your beer.”
Your story reminds me of Malad, Idaho. When the lotto gets about 100 mil or higher Malad fills with lotto ticket buyers. It is not rocket science to figure out that the lines that string outside of the stores are Utahans. Many seem nervous and look over their shoulders and button their shirts to their necks and try to hide the garment lines. I have not witnessed this in Preston but I am told it is the same there. Preston is a larger town and there are more stores so the lines don't get as long. Also Malad has the Interstate going for it.
Just my contribution to trivia.
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God. Damn. Beautiful.