Every neighborhood has that dull, utilitarian place you go to only because you need something and the place to buy it is looking you square in the face. Though it's a nearly featureless box of gray carpeting and white walls, you find yourself there repeatedly, buying the same things over and over again- "Milk, check. Bread, check. Vitamins, check. Do I need booze? Probably. Check."

Only occasionally does your frequenting of such places come into sharp and alarming focus. Suddenly you realize, maybe it's time to move and find a new place you don't like going to over and over again.