Inconvenience Store

The problem with having the local ghetto convenience store staffed by non-English speakers is that no matter which brand of behind-the-counter liquor you ask for they don't understand what you say, and apparently can't read the labels either. So the guy just starts holding up bottles and I have to keep pointing up or down or to one side or to the other. And given that he's used to a seedier clientele, the top-shelf gin in the large bottle is the last thing he picks up.