Today's Rantasaurus Rex  - (Today's rant is sponsored by CVS and intended solely for entertainment purposes. Please use as directed and patronize our sponsor.)
The drive to and from work takes me through the lovely Third Ring of Hell known colloquially as suburbia.
Here you'll find the constant construction of new and exciting places to shop, such as a Big Lots or, pinch me, an auto parts store. Yet every time a new building begins its rise I hold out the forlorn hope that it's a bookstore. And ever time I get snuckered again, like Charlie Brown did when Lucy got him kickin' wind instead of pigskin.
On Dante's drive today it became apparent that the new building right next door to the Discount Tire Center is a Firestone Tire Center. Now don't get me wrong - as Shrek2's donkey might say 'everbody loves tires' - but it's the painful duplication that gets me. The consolation of competition causing lower prices is thin gruel indeed. You can't snuggle lower prices. And it's currently 16.5 minutes to the nearest bookstore and 22.375 minutes to the nearest great bookstore. On Tuesday's and Thursday's I'm the one on the corner holding the "Will work for books" sign. All I ask is a tiny 30-square one in lieu of another Quik Mart.
And don't get me started on pharamacies. We are the silicon valley of drug stores. There are three of them within walking distance. A blind man could find one purely by trial and error. And they're not so much pharamacies as huge multi-acre "farmacies", gigantic drug silos with grain elevators for distribution purposes.
I guess the story is pick your neighborhood carefully. A suburb is truly a reflection of the collective interests of the residents. Evidentally we pop a lot of pills and never rotate our tires.