In the mid 90s, I worked for a grocery store doing full time, overnight stock to partially pay for college. One of my co-workers for a period of time, whose na

In the mid 90s, I worked for a grocery store doing full time, overnight stock to partially pay for college. One of my co-workers for a period of time, whose name I now forget, was a barely-functional alcoholic. He would show up to work on time most days, and work through his shift. At lunchtime he would disappear for a period of time and he would come back smelling like Listerine. Because that was his lunch. A bottle of Listerine. During the holidays they shifted some of us to a morning shift to continue to put items on shelves to match the holiday demand, and I saw him walk in on his day off, grab a fifth of bourbon and a fifth of vodka in the cheap plastic bottles, walk out, and walk back in about an hour later because he had consumed both bottles in his truck in the parking lot. He wanted a couple more to bring back to his apartment. And as bad as his drinking was, the reason he had sole custody of his daughter is because his ex-girlfriend was a full blown drug addict and he was good at hiding his drinking from CPS.