That Sucked!

It's the summer of 1982. Myself and 3 buddies have just found out there's a liquor store in the town next to ours where you can find adults to get you beer or as many of us fondly called "Copping some beer". So the 4 of us pile into my father's Olds 88 (Basically a Sherman Tank with Maroon upholstery) and head to this liquor store. We park towards the back of the parking lot and start asking any person we see if they will buy us a case of beer. No luck. Not only is no one going to buy us beer but we are getting every thing from dirty looks to people saying "Do your parents know what you are doing?" ( I felt like saying "Yeah they do. So besides the case of beer, can you also buy a bottle of Jack Daniels for my old man"). Finally a scruffy looking guy in his late 50's says "Sure, I'll buy you a case. Give me the money." Victory! We give him the $15 we scraped together and off he went. 2 seconds after he walked into the liquor store, we hear a siren and see flashing red lights. DAMN!!! A policeman pulls into the parking lot. He tells us to put our hands on the side of my car. As he's frisking us and lecturing us on the evils of underage drinking, the guy is walking out of the store with our case of beer. He sees whats going on and just keeps walking to his car. To add insult to injury as he's walking to his car he's waving to us and mouthing the words "Thank you" Rat Bastard!  We 're out $15, didn't get any beer and a degenerate that will buy booze for children just got a free case of beer courtesy of us. Another lesson learned. If you're going to give an adult money to buy alcohol for children, make sure they're trustworthy.