They are categorized convenience stores. They are anything but.
I would like to register annoyance at those who park monster trucks in the “NO VAN OR TRUCK PARKING” spaces…as well as those who take time to consume purchased food and beverage in those rare slots with the closest proximity to the stores…often multi-tasking by reading as well.
It is not convenient to have to take a shuttle after parking.
Once you make it inside, lines are long to procure what you’re conveniently looking for. In the AM, if you find yourself in the path of anyone headed for anything resembling a coffee dispenser proactively lay down on the ground and settle for being walked over…instead of bowled over.
Convenience stores indeed.
Awhile back in our history, an additional layer was added…creating the distinct possibility we all can become human hood ornaments.
One of America’s great think tanks produced a concept of putting gas tanks adjacent to these already inconvenient convenience stores. At that point, in addition to trying to navigate masses who congregate each day to fuel cigarette and/or java fixes…not to mention pick up pastries, salads or a sandwich or two…we get to outrun thirsty cars as they jockey for position at one of the prized fuel locations.
I have noticed as the cost of gas has skyrocketed folks in for a “splash and go” (who can afford to actually top off the tank?) at these inconvenient convenience stores are entering lots at warp speed. I think people are angry once they decide to make the commitment to put some gas in the auto, they’ve pretty much also committed to tapping into their home equity loans.
In any event, lately I’ve felt like I’m playing dodgeball…with real Dodges. Toyotas, Fords, Hondas…no one seems to care about pedestrian right-of-way. It is survival of the fittest in every sense of the word.
I have decided to sell myself on the aspect trying to evade oncoming traffic at the inconvenient convenience stores is additional exercise, theoretically lowering my blood pressure…rather than letting it be elevated by allowing fear to define the experience.
I’m just trying to get my daily newspaper…not become the news.