I guess this goes under "Sightings", but not sure. Mods, please move if not. I figure since it's the story of someone else's story of suck, maybe it goes here.
So the husband, the baby, and I always take back routes wherever we go anywhere. It's just more pleasant. We're pulling into a little gas station somewhere in the upper coastal plane of South Carolina. Real rural.
There appears to be a corral of chain link fence several layers deep right outside the place. This place is one of those places that is a convenience store on one side, and a tiny liquor store on the other, all run by the same guy, a young, sharp looking Indian man (race probably not really important, I'm just being descriptive.)The chain link maze is in front of the liquor store. Nothing is inside the chain link except more chain link.
Husband says "I gotta know." So he goes in and asks the guy what's up with the fence.
Turns out, the nearest building, visible down the rode a short bit, is a little storefront type church. And apparently, they took issue with him opening a liquor store so close. And to back them up, apparently there is a law on the books that state he can't open a booze shop within so many feet of their front door. He was 20 feet or so within that "no booze" zone.
You probably see where this is going.
So our enterprising young immigrant errected a 20 foot long chain link maze leading to the front door of his vice shop, thus getting around the rule.
Evidently, the town courts saw in his favor, because he got away with it. Probably considered the church's suit a nuisance. I mean, really, it's not like the two buildings were rubbing shoulders. Put it this way, I can't throw a rock that far. I'm not good judging distances, but walking over there on a hot day would work up a sweat. It was far enough away that they probably shouldn't have raised a stink.
I just have to admire that kind of cleverness and problem solving ability.
Anyways, I went in there to get some jerky, and he was hanging out with a colorful gang of friendly locals who apparently loiter in the convenience store side of the shop. Judging from the obvious popularity of the place, and the warmth of the owner, I doubt the church found too many supporters in their crusade to shut him down.
So I guess the moral of the story is that dumb people shouldn't try to take on smart people in a battle of wits.
So the husband, the baby, and I always take back routes wherever we go anywhere. It's just more pleasant. We're pulling into a little gas station somewhere in the upper coastal plane of South Carolina. Real rural.
There appears to be a corral of chain link fence several layers deep right outside the place. This place is one of those places that is a convenience store on one side, and a tiny liquor store on the other, all run by the same guy, a young, sharp looking Indian man (race probably not really important, I'm just being descriptive.)The chain link maze is in front of the liquor store. Nothing is inside the chain link except more chain link.
Husband says "I gotta know." So he goes in and asks the guy what's up with the fence.
Turns out, the nearest building, visible down the rode a short bit, is a little storefront type church. And apparently, they took issue with him opening a liquor store so close. And to back them up, apparently there is a law on the books that state he can't open a booze shop within so many feet of their front door. He was 20 feet or so within that "no booze" zone.
You probably see where this is going.
So our enterprising young immigrant errected a 20 foot long chain link maze leading to the front door of his vice shop, thus getting around the rule.
Evidently, the town courts saw in his favor, because he got away with it. Probably considered the church's suit a nuisance. I mean, really, it's not like the two buildings were rubbing shoulders. Put it this way, I can't throw a rock that far. I'm not good judging distances, but walking over there on a hot day would work up a sweat. It was far enough away that they probably shouldn't have raised a stink.
I just have to admire that kind of cleverness and problem solving ability.
Anyways, I went in there to get some jerky, and he was hanging out with a colorful gang of friendly locals who apparently loiter in the convenience store side of the shop. Judging from the obvious popularity of the place, and the warmth of the owner, I doubt the church found too many supporters in their crusade to shut him down.
So I guess the moral of the story is that dumb people shouldn't try to take on smart people in a battle of wits.


That is awesome.



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