4 Blocks=a universe apart
Our corner store is horrendous. I am afraid to send my kids there after dark. You can also smell it a block away. It has that aroma of pickled eggs, stale beer and a few other unappetizing smells that make you think twice if you REALLY need that gallon of milk.
Though I don’t have it on good authority, I am told it also sells “lucys”. A lucy is a single cigarette–get it, a “loosey”, as in loose cigarette. Now you can really grasp the clientele–people who buy smokes individually.
So last night we were heading to dinner at our friends’ house. They live about 5 blocks away. On our way, we stopped at their corner store to pick up some vanilla ice cream. As we wait in line, a young boy, age 5 or 6, walks in with his sister and asks if the chicken they sell is “free range.” FREE RANGE CHICKEN! And apparently in this neighborhood, the elementary school crowd is concerned about the source of their poultry.
Talk about gentrification.
The lucy merchandise at our store.
Future free range offering in the freezer section a mere 5 blocks away.
Tags: corner store, free range chicken, lucy, neighborhood
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October 20, 2008 at 6:12 pm
Ewww. I like my carcinogens all nicely cellophaned up, thank you very much.