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Originally Posted by cromag
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.
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My oldest brother who was already 21 before the lower drinking age went into effect, said that they would turn their senior class rings around so they looked like wedding bands and tell the clerks that they accidentally left their IDs at home. They had to go to a neighboring town to do this though as we only had 2800 people in our rural home town and everyone knew everyone else. So you couldn't get away with stuff like that in our small town. But thankfully Austin was only 20 miles away.