I come home around eight, attempt to grocery shop. The grocery store is a good 10-minute walk. I get there a few minutes after nine and it's closed. I hate Brooklyn.
I've been told to use the Food Co-Op by several people. The Brooklyn Food Co-Op is a twenty minute walk, requires me to volunteer several hours of my time each month and smells distinctively like all food co-ops and crunchy, granola type health food stores and restaurants do, like cumin. It's also a cult that mingles with the cult who wear Brooklyn paraphernalia and name their dogs Brooklyn. I order Fresh Direct.
I come home around eleven one night and need bread and milk. Easy staples to grab at a bodega. Except there are no all-night bodegas. Every business is closed. Every house is boarded up. There are very few people on Smith Street, the main drag, and none on the side streets. Am I still in the city?
I go to a store around the corner to buy a cut dog food container I saw in the window. It's only a little after six, so I should be fine. When I get there, the woman lets me in to buy the container, but says she's closing up. The hours on the door say she's open until seven. Where the #@$#!@$ have I moved to?!
