When I was a wean, the owner of a local bar was notorious for over-serving. It was a rural area with lots of alcohol problems and she would do everything she could to take money from vulnerable people, knowing their dole money was going into her till instead of their children’s bellies.
When the police started clamping down on drunk driving, she bought a mini-van and would round the drinkers up.
She once cottoned on that the bar would empty out around lunch and dinner times when the men staggered home for food, so she started serving
tit meals so that those men would never leave the bar and go home to their families.
She was an absolutely vile woman who had no problem taking money from vulnerable people at the cost of their own homes and families. she’d entice them to spend money on the shite she was offering, knowing that buying her stuff was making their lives even worse. These men would drink together and think they had friends and were being looked after when, really, everyone pitied them and how they lived half-lives because they couldn’t keep money.
Completely unrelated, but I see Mario’s local Primark are tagging him In their Halloween tat.
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