Friday is here; another busy weekend awaits. I get to the store, grab a pen and an old piece of cardboard, then walk over to the spirits aisle to take inventory of what needs restocking. We need two bottles of Ardbeg Uigeadail, four bottles of the 1990 Glenfarclas K&L edition, a bottle of Springbank 10, etc. There's a gaping hole where the 20 year old Faultline rum from Uitvlugt used to be, so I'll need a six pack of that. I make my list, grab a shopping cart, then head next-door to the warehouse to retrieve the necessary products. While I'm in the backstock area, I sing a tune that was just playing over the store's digital radio system; "Broken Wings" by Mister Mister. "Are you talking to yourself again?" Julio asks me, able to hear my banter from the domestic wine area adjacent to where I'm working. "Learn to fly again, Julio. Learn to live so free," I tell him with a smile. "What? You're crazy, dude."
Then it's back into the store. It's time to put the bottles in their proper places. It's time to open the front door and say "welcome" to the booze-loving customers.