Why do you think they ask for your drivers license when you buy? That gets scanned, and the state knows and can deny you disability and then they sneak it over to the health insurance company and they raise your rates a little (in an ideal post aca world.)
Move back to NJ if it is so terrible. And take the rest of Cary with you.
Let's discuss the liquor system in North Carolina. Each county has a politically appointed ABC (Alcoholic Beverage Control) board. The board sets the locations, policies, stocked items, hours, etc. of the ABC stores in the county). The policies vary county by county.
In suburban counties such as Wake (home of Raleigh), the stores are modern and fully stocked. Yesterday I went to our local ABC store to purchase a bottle of Bailey's for our neighbor as a gift. The large ABC store has wide aisles, is fully stocked, and has very helpful, friendly staff. Being obviously over 40, I was not asked for photo id. I paid for my purchase in cash, and was in/out in well under 5 minutes.
Let me describe my purchase last week of rum in a rural county in North Carolina.
The ABC boards in our 60+ rural counties believe that their entire purpose is to make it as difficult & painful as possible for you to get your hands on alcohol.
My in-laws retired to a rural county in North Carolina. The county has only recently voted to allow the serving of liquor in restaurants via a voting referendum that was opposed by many ministers and local politicians saying that liquor is the devil. On my way to their place they requested that I pick up a bottle of white rum for the eggnog.
I drop into the local ABC store. Let me set the scene. The parking lot is gravel with trash all over it. The ABC store building is a 20 by 20 armored hut. You do not go inside, but need to wait outside in the freezing cold.
I went up to the window, and tried to attract the attention of the lady ABC employee inside. She sits their reading something and deliberately not looking up. Finally after three minutes, I politely knock lightly on the glass. She looks up and says" I'm busy, You gotta wait." Finally two minutes later she rouses herself from her magazine and comes to the window.
"What do you want?", she queries. No "Hello" or any other greeting.
"What white rum do you have available?", I ask politely.
"I can't tell you what we have. You have to know what you want," she says.
"Well give me a small 375ml bottle of Barcardi white rum please," I request. Figuring this is one of the few items they should have in stock in their very small inventory inside the 20 foot square space. However I still wonder since looking through the window nearly all the shelves appear to be nearly empty.
"I need two forms of government ID before I can process your order," she demands.
Fortunately I have my drivers license and passport on me (due to the U.K trip). The county requires two forms of government id to buy liquor, at least one must have a picture. She opens a big drawer and I place both items in it. She closes the drawer and pulls both forms of id out and then starts to type in all the information from both ids onto a computer as slowly as humanly possible - I just stand outside freezing my ass off.
After this it is necessary to fill out all the paperwork since I have never purchased in the county before. All sorts of forms signing my life away stating that I am not purchasing the liquor to serve in a restaurant, purchasing the liquor for minors, moving the liquor across a state line, will not purchase more than a half gallon per day from all locations, etc., etc.
Finally she asks how I am going to pay... stating they are not taking cash today and only take Visa not Mastercard or Federal Express. (Despite sign on the window stating they take both Visa & Mastercard.) Fortunately I have a Visa card.
I hand it into the drawer. She types in the information on another computer (no card swipe machine) and processes my order. Then she gets the bottle of rum from the back. After this she moves over to the government computer to record what I have purchased.
We are now 25 minutes into the process. I am freezing my ass off. My fingers are frozen stiff. She finally opens the drawer, it contains the rum bottle, my credit card, my ids, and brochures on where to obtain substance abuse help.
She says "Have a blessed day" in a tone that implies go f%&k yourself as I leave. (BTW "Have a blessed day" is the local evangelical born-again Christian greeting).
This is why my father-in-law gets all of his liquor as moonshine from his buddies at the local lodge and never visits the ABC store. This also explains why moonshine is still such a large business in rural areas of North Carolina.
And keep in mind, the backward idiots who run this county ABC store are the same idiots who hold a majority in our state legislature.