Last night I was craving a brew. So, I walked to the local grocer's beer aisle and picked up a six pack of Dogfish Head's Raison D' Etre. A fine beer by any standard.
I pony up to the register why my sixer by my side. Suddenly, there we are; standing eye-to-eye. It's just me and the clerk and only one of us is getting out of this mess alive. This had the makings of a great story except that I simply paid for the beer and went home. We both made it out alive. So goes just about every other beer purchase across the country. Except one...
In Flint, MI, a gentleman was shot by the store clerk and still picked up some beer - from the same store. Seriously, here are the particulars:
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"The Flint Journal reports the unidentified victim told police he was standing outside the store about 9 p.m. Monday in the city about 50 miles northwest of Detroit when he heard a gunshot and felt a pain in his leg. The man asked the store clerk why he shot him, but did not get a response.
The victim then entered the store and bought beer. He later walked to a friend's home, who took him to a hospital."
Source: Chicago Tribune
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