While driving today, I must have passed seventy-five “convenience” stores. There seems to be at least one on every corner, and there are some blocks that have three within the same block. Gas stations all come equipped with them now, too.
When I smoked, I would often get cigarettes at a convenience store because they would lure you with specials and coupons. Remembering back, with the exception of milk and butter, there isn’t a single healthy thing sold in the majority of them. Whether your addiction is nicotine, caffeine, sugar, processed food, porno or gambling, you can find a supply of it at your local convenience store. More disturbing is the billions of dollars the government rakes in from encouraging our collective self-destruction, another example of the utter perversion of "protect and serve".
I’m starting to think that convenience itself is an addiction. Why drive a little further to a grocery store for fresh fruits and vegetables, when you can walk next door and buy a fruit flavored pop tart? I think it would be far more truthful just to start calling them addiction centers, plus milk.
Even if you just have an addiction to bad spelling, Kwik Mart has you covered. I don’t know about where you live, but you can also buy any drugs you might be addicted to in many a 7-11 parking lot. Now that’s what I call one-stop shopping.
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