On my way to the office to do a little catch up this morning, and I drove by one of my haunts - it looked like it might be open, and sure enough the front door said they open at 9:00. I was the first one in there at about a minute after that, which I'm sure made me look like a real frickin' alcoholic. Certainly didn't need anything, but the owner sold me a bunch of VW products at roughly MSRP this year, so I like to keep my face recognizable and my patronage at "yeah, this guy is a good customer" levels.
Asked him if he had anything new, and he was just pulling a couple bottles of Stagg, Jr. out of a box. Of course, I had just bought a bottle out of state a couple of weeks ago and schlepped it back in my luggage as I'd never seen it on the shelves around here. But what the hey, I grabbed another one since he seemed so pleased to have it in stock, and a Rowan's Creek to replace the one I polished off a month or so ago. Just increasing the bunker stock.