Are You Fucking Kidding Me?

I was at the local Liquor Board Store earlier this evening.  I purchased six beer.  Not for myself.  I only drink ice cold beer on very hot days.  While at the till though I asked when they might find themselves re-stocked with the ever so lovely Three Olives Grape Vodka.  Patty Persnickety, the cashier, snarkily advised me the warehouse is out.  Apparently there is one warehouse that supplies the entire province. What the fuck?!

She then advised that as soon as the warehouse has it back in stock,  so will they.  Yeah, no shit.

Then? Then she tried to sell me some other vodka.  It was on sale and according to her "very nice".  Um. 1. All vodka is very nice.  2.  That is not the delicious Three Olives Grape Vodka my very soul is yearning for.  3. It's not grape flavoured, never mind the wrong brand. 4. Although a grown women I prefer my booze taste like candy, bitch and if I was just settling for vodka, I would have purchased maybe a nice bottle of Stoli.  Or maybe some Sweet Carolina Tea flavoured Vodka. I know vodka.

Instead I purchased some Raspberry Ginger Ale at Zellers. 

Sob.