A tiny sign of the times: Shooter bottles of booze at a display near you.

At our local market, the protocol for purchasing alcohol in pint bottles and smaller necessitated a trip to the customer service counter where whoever was manning it had to unlock the booze cabinet after checking the buyer’s ID.

Today, while shopping I passed a large display that I had never seen before. And then, I backed up. The showstopper: Lots and lots of little shooter-sized bottles of booze. Scotch, bourbon, whiskey, vodka, gin, and more. I tore myself away as I didn’t want to be tempted.

One day prior, I spotted a similar display in a Walmart. (Booze and bullets, baby! Yeah!)

Seeing alcohol front and center like this tells me everything I need to know about our collective mindset. AKA, we’re fucked up.

And now, it’s easier to get even more fucked up. Huzzah!