I dare you to come here and purchase something and NOT come across at least one drunken customer. Double dare you. That's unfair, because the odds are so heavily in my favour. I've stopped in here a few times on the way to storm-chasing shindigs (my housemate is one of those guys who takes the footage of storms you see on Channel Ten) and each time this little out-of-the-way shopping village is the last one we come across before we enter full-blown Whoop-Whoop territory. The last time I visited, three separate guys came into the BWS drunk. Two came via the store door, whilst another stumbled from the drive-thru to the counter. Each guy was absolutely smashed. Both of the store-enterers went against my stereotyping and bought Bundy Rum pre-mix (somewhat predictable) and Barcardi Breezers (this from a man in his 60s. Weird.) True to form, though, the guy going through the drive-thru had a few decent slabs in his burly arms, and he dropped them on to the counter and one hit the ground. The counter-guy addressed it like a trooper, and somehow managed to stay polite throughout. He must be a) nice b) used to it. These customers were more of the comic-drunk types, not take-on-all-comers, so it was amusing to me. It went nicely with the air conditioning (it was boiling outside) and cheap pre-mix drink and wine prices. All in all, an amusing people-watching expedition. Probably not the best place to drop in on if you're in a hurry, though. read more