Since I got sober, I hadn't been to or even driven by my liquor stores. This was one of five 'convenience' stores that I frequented, carefully chosen because they accommodated my alcoholic specifications so well. Once I became a daily drinker, my insane mind had a justification for which store would best suit my needs on that given day (based on location, my preference for clinky bottles vs. loud-opening cans, availability of resealable beer pints, or the option to buy in singles). Being sober, there was no longer any need to go down that road, but on Day 116 'that road' was on my route to Friday lunch. It was definitely a trigger, but I was grateful the obsession had passed. The only reason I would need to step foot in there now would be for a lottery ticket....but as far as I was concerned, I had already won the lottery. I'm a freakin miracle! I often wonder if the owners think of me....figuring that, like so many of their loyal customers, I either died, went to jail, or I finally got real with myself. By the grace of G☀️D, it was door number 3!