And Even If You Don’t

15 Jun

Beautiful Carlsbad

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The other day, I bicycled down the street to the convenience store, because it was convenient. That shop is maybe half a mile away, the grocery stores are both two miles away, and all I wanted was a six pack of whatever crap brew their most upscale offerings currently were.

I had reason to believe they still had a few sixers of stuff they apparently keep around just for me. Stuff that isn’t quite up to my standards but at least doesn’t taste like filtered decayed salad dressing.

So I lock up my bike and troop on in, get myself a pack of grade B India pale ale, and hit the counter with my nice cloth shopping bag, which I take everywhere because plastic bags are evil and murder sea animals and gets caught in trees and have even been outlawed in places.

The clerk tried to put my ale…

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