Have you noticed
that no one actually calls them "convenience stores"? Personally, I don’t really find them all that
convenient as I usually get stuck behind some idiot wanting to purchase two
dozen different types of lottery tickets.
(I shouldn’t complain: I think
the state's taxing the mathematically challenged is a wonderful idea.)
What you actually
call the stores probably depends on where you grew up. I’ve noticed that people from back east
continue to call them “WaWa", even though I don’t think that there is in
reality a store bearing that name within a two day’s drive in any direction
from here. People from California ask
for the nearest Circle K, while friends
from south of the border prefer an “Oxxo” store.
When I was growing
up in Texas, they were called ‘icehouses’ because of the peculiar liquor laws
the state had. A large portion of the
state was dry and real bars were illegal throughout the state. There were “private clubs” where members
could store their own bottles of liquor and purchase a “set up” from the club,
this being usually an ice-filled glass and some form of mixer, from which the
member could make his own drink.
Visitors to the club sometimes had to search as long as a whole minute
before finding a 'Guest Membership Card' lying outside on the sidewalk.
Most people
desiring a mixed drink, simply purchased their own bottles of liquor from local
package stores, and if they were unlucky enough to live in a dry county, they
could usually find such a store just across the county line on any major
highway. Once they had said bottle
cleverly hidden in a brown paper bag, they went to the local icehouse and
purchased a bottle of coke and a plastic glass full of ice. (Contrary to popular belief, no state has
ever actually required alcohol purchases be hidden in paper bags, nor does
keeping the bottle in such a bag protect you from being ticketed under open
container laws.)
One of the
unintended consequences of prohibition was that many beer drinkers switched to
drinking hard liquor. Beer was rarely
bootlegged across borders, unlike bottled liquor, because of its greater weight
and volume. For most of the prohibition
era, it was much more convenient to drink whiskey than beer.
During
prohibition, many breweries tried to keep their doors open through the madness
by marketing legal “near beer”, a brew with a very low alcohol volume—being
less than half a percent alcohol by weight.
Drinkers frequently turned the low-octane brew into “needle beer” by
injecting alcohol through the bottle cap.
When prohibition ended in the rest of the country, real beer was still
illegal in most of Texas and in several other states.
In New York, one
brewery loaned money to small entrepreneurs to open up little cafes, usually
along highways, to sell hot dogs and their brand of near beer. These places eventually became known as
‘brass rails”, a term for a convenience stores that has almost completely
vanished from use.
As Texas slowly
relaxed its puritanical “blue laws" and liquor laws, the icehouses started
selling still another version of beer, with an alcohol content of 3.2%. While the breweries called it low alcohol
beer, most drinkers referred to it as “three two” or continued to call it near
beer. While a few states—Minnesota, Kansas,
Oklahoma, and Utah—still allow businesses to sell only near beer, state-run
stores can sell you full beer. (Oklahoma
also requires that the full beer has to be sold at room temperature. “Okay, you can have a beer, but you can’t
enjoy it.”)
Eventually, Texas
allowed the sale of real beer, at least in most counties, but fifty out of 254
counties are still dry, and eventually, the ice houses started selling more
beer than ice. Over time, as they added
more and more products for sale, it was inevitable, too, that they would start
selling gasoline, so that ice houses in Texas started looking like convenience
stores all over the world. Today, in
some urban markets, a few stores sell more coffee than beer.
As a matter of
fact, the Dallas-based Southland Ice Company had so many little icehouses
selling beer, that it started calling them ‘Tote’m’ stores, ultimately changing
the name to “7-Eleven”. Today, there are
over 64,000 of these 7-eleven stores worldwide, making this the largest such
chain by a wide margin. (They outnumber
their ten largest competitors combined.)
Here in Southern
New Mexico, we have a chain called “PicQuik”, and the owners must be terrified
of competition, since they have opened so many stores that it seems there is
always one in sight. There are three
within a mile of my house, and seven within two miles.
Several of these
locations feature a small restaurant called Santa Fe Grill where you can
purchase a burrito made to order (among other things)—the whole operation is sort
of like a stationary food truck. There
has to be a secret ingredient in those burritos because they are
addictive. I regularly hear from former
residents of New Mexico (almost all our young people—especially the college
grads—are eventually forced to move out of state seeking employment)—that the
first thing they have to do when coming back for a visit is to hit Santa
Fe Grill. Locally, if someone asks you
if you want to go get a burrito, it is just assumed that you are going to a
Santa Fe Grill.
Since their
beginning, convenience stores have been all about changing to meet the
immediate needs of their customers, so it should be no surprise to learn there
are some dramatic experiments being conducted to create the store of tomorrow. On the West coast, stores have opened up that
sell only organic food. Several large
grocery chains are experimenting with small convenience stores located directly
in front of their large regular stores, selling popular items like milk, sodas,
and bread at the same prices as in the larger stores.
The most dramatic
experiment is in Seattle, in the Amazon
Go store. The store actually opened
years ago for Amazon employees, but it is now open to the general public. While you have to have the Amazon app on your
smart phone to enter, there are no checkout counters, no cash registers, no
cashiers, and no cash. As you
simply take the items you want and leave, your Amazon account is automatically
charged for the items you selected.
The store has
dozens of cameras that watch everyone and keep track of what has been
selected. All the merchandise also sits
on shelves that are actually digital scales that report to a central computer
when an item is removed. Without using
facial recognition software, every customer is tracked and his selections are
recorded. According to Amazon, the
system is 99.9% accurate, and the cost of the relatively few items it fails to
charge for is less than the labor cost of hiring a cashier.
Ironically, the
only human employee absolutely necessary is the clerk who checks
your ID before you can purchase beer.
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