Reminds me of Hinesville, GA, kinda. 1983, just completed moving into a trailer-fine digs for a young E3 in the Army. Went to a store to buy a bottle of bubbly to celebrate with my wife. Took it to the counter and the guy just stared at me-I thought he needed ID, pulled it out and he refused to look at it. WTF I thought, so I asked him what was wrong? "You can't buy that". "Why" I asked. "Because it's Sunday". "Huh"? Walked out empty handed and dejected. Going up the steps a young kid asked me if I wanted to buy some dope. Go figure
Finished hooking up the stereo and blasted some AC/DC and opened up the little mini keg of beer I had brought with me from Germany
Still have that keg today, use it for change collection