I called at 2PM on Thanksgiving to see if they were open. I spoke to a man that was slurring his words, clearly drunk, and he told me, «No, we’re not open. I only answer the phone to tell people that we aren’t open.» I heard loud laughter in the background. I told him that I only asked because we need to tag a deer and it’s Thanksgiving and no one else near by was open. He said, yeah, he’d tag a deer. Since they were the only tagging station open in Litchfield and West Gardiner on Thanksgiving, we had no choice but to go there. When we got there, less than three minutes later, a man was asleep on the bench in the restaurant area of the store and we had to go wake him up. When he got up, there was no denying his inebriation with his smell and stagger. He tried to find the deer tags behind the counter and said, «Oh, I guess we’re out.»