• Thanks for stopping by. Logging in to a registered account will remove all generic ads. Please reach out with any questions or concerns.

LCBO theft

The way I remember it in Ontario. With convenient ashtrays.

View attachment 101603
And a large percentage of the guys behind the counter were vets.

I wouldnt be shocked if LCBOs get retrofitted like MLCCs did in Manitoba where you have to show ID before getting in to the store - theft dropped 97%
I don't know if it is on Doug Ford's to-do list, but it would certainly help. A province-wide realignment would work better than their ham-fisted earlier attempt at a pilot project involving three locations with high indigenous populations.
 
I don't know if it is on Doug Ford's to-do list, but it would certainly help. A province-wide realignment would work better than their ham-fisted earlier attempt at a pilot project involving three locations with high indigenous populations
I was in a MLCC store a few days back, and had forgotten about the ID thing. It was a few seconds of digging out and ID, then a pleasant shopping experience.

I think Ontario going that route would be a reasonable choice.

Just bring back Prohibition. No one under 30 would notice.
Because it went so well the first time...

I look forward to creating the next Al Capone.
 
Just bring back Prohibition. No one under 30 would notice.

"I bet you 2, 3 years, we get prohibition back. This time we make it stick. ...The trouble was — see, before — too many guys wanted to be top dog. One mob gets to massacring another... Next time the mobs'll get together."

Said one gangster to Johnny Rocco.

1786452148800.jpeg
 
The area just north of ours had Prohibition into the 21st Century.

High Park , including our local restaurant, still has it.

Ginger Ale with your dinner.

1786504417152.jpeg
 
Ugh. How Soviet.
I remember when I was a kid and my dad took me into the LCBO just like in the posted article. You went to these stations where you looked thru a list and then wrote the bin code on a slip. He took the slip to the cashier whom gave my dad a thorough looking over before he decided you were acceptable then demanded the appropriate amount of money. Dad handed over some bills and the change was delivered from the register down a metal slide into a phenolic tray. The cashier signed the slip and dad walked along the long counter to the first clerk whom then retrieved the bottle of booze in a brown paper bag. It all seemed very impersonal and I had the feeling you didn’t speak unless spoken to.
 
Back
Top