Weird. Its like some sort of parallel universe.
I go there to get my hair cut, my taxes done, my eyes checked, a pedicure, dodge Ritalin fueled fatherless children, put stuff on layaway, take stuff off of layaway, buy some corndogs and frozen pizzas, pick up some tires, get my oil changed, buy a few boxes of .44mag ball nose rounds, and if I have time I'll hit the pharmacy for some Cialis, Orthotricyclin and Paxil.