
to do: wash windshield
Somewhere in suburbia, not so many summers ago, I lost a flipflop to the floor of a 7-Eleven near the Slurpee machines. As far as I know, it’s still glued there. The incident ruined, finally, my already bad relationship with the convenience store. Here in the metropolis, shouldn’t we support our neighborhood mom & pop purveyors of junk food? Isn’t that what they mean when they say “buy local”?