There’s a little Amish market underneath our building. I guess it’s not really that little, actually, considering it’s got two eating areas, one upstairs and one downstairs. I love that about all the grocery stores out here. You can eat in at so many of them. The lazy guy in me loves the food. The cheap guy in me loves not tipping for it.
But you can’t buy beer at the Amish place. When I asked, the guy looked at me like I was a complete asshole for not remembering that we were at an Amish grocery store. Then he rang me up for day-old sushi.
Anyway, I like that they sell pumpkins. They look cool.
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