I stopped at the liquor store this afternoon to pick up a fresh bottle of vodka because, you know, it’s a day that ends with a y.
The guy in line ahead of me had selected a nice bottle of Moet & Chandon’s White Star. (A 2008, as he pointed out when I complimented his selection; they discontinued that label last year.)
And then he proceeded to pay for it in change, pulling coins from both pockets of his pants and pouring it out of a grease-splattered brown paper bag he’d sat down on the counter. He even produced a roll of quarters he’d tucked into one sock with a hole big enough for his heel to poke through.
There you have it, folks: proof the economy is recovering. Even winos are shelling out for the good stuff these days.