Tonight I picked up some keys for a repeat stay at my friend Emily's* couch, and I decided to pick her and her roommate up some toilet paper and a new hand soap. Then I decided I wanted Doritos, but the first deli off the train stop did not have the right Doritos (Spicy Nacho).
The second and third deli did not have them, either.
The fourth deli I didn't walk into had a couple of dudes leaning against the door, staring me down like a raw piece of meat.
The fifth deli had nice Mexican music and a plethora of soda, but barely any chips.
The other two delis were closed.
This was all within a five-block radius, for those who care.
I miss my corner deli that I once went to in a robe and slippers for Gatorade when I was sick at 6 in the morning.
*Emily's name might have been changed to protect her couch's innocence.
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