Funny thing happens in some small towns I know. These big stores comes in selling all kinds of goods, and other pharmacies, clothing stores, hardware stores start to close. Then even the people that owned the stores that closed start shopping at the new store. Thing is… No one really know “who” owns this new store, and they don’t sit on community boards, or show up to high school basketball games to cheer on their kids, or sponsor local fishing tournaments. In the end things seems like they work out, and I try to make a conscious choice to just shop somewhere else which is easy for me because we usually bring everything we need. Then somehow we end up there anyway. Drawn in. Like South Park characters. (see also “Meh“)
(Fake) Flower Aisle.
Noah picked out a .10¢ pumpkin.
The toys in pink boxes aisle.
Before we had Noah I never noticed all these “Family restrooms”, nice invention.
Next was lunch at The Dairy Bar, with Sarah and Oliver.
Amazing onion rings.
Amazing haddock sandwich.
Home to Nana and Grampa’s for a nap.
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