The grocery store Amy and I frequent has a Starbucks inside. Amy and I are two of only nine people on the planet who don't drink coffee. The reason I park in this spot is that it's closer to the door than any other space. I just don't understand why I should carry my seven grocery bags 50 feet further, so that some jerk can improve their self-image by drinking a $4 Caramel Macchiato.
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