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I started college in '70. I was 17 and the drinking age was 21. I told all of the upperclassmen to watch for damaged bottles when buying booze and buy me one if they found any. A few weeks later one of the guys found a bottle of Boone's Farm (another blast from the past -- just don't drink it!) and bought it for me. The bottle had a bubble in the neck that had cracked and leaked slightly.

Meanwhile, I had been "casing" the liquor stores in town. I found that the store was slow most nights, but especially Tuesdays. So, next Tuesday I went to that liquor store and brought the bottle in to exchange it for a "good" bottle. The store was empty and I struck up a short conversation with the clerk who must have assumed I'd been carded when I bought it. At least, that was my clever plan!

After that, I could buy booze at that store on Tuesday nights.