I did not roll out of bed, cross the street to the local Safeway, and buy a handle of whiskey first thing this morning. It is very unlikely that I will ever do such a thing. But I do really like knowing that I could. More to the point, I look forward to not having to endure the harsh fluorescent lighting, joyless decor reminiscent of the DMV, and surly entitled state employees on the relatively rare occasion that I do purchase something stiffer than wine.
That, and you know...competition and stuff.
Dominic Holden pens a nice eulogy for our dismal, defunct state liquor stores.