The corner store. Bossy grew up in the city, and directly around the corner from her apartment building was a dimly lit corner store full of dusty cans of Chef Boyardee and warmish chocolate bars.
Except for New York City, the corner store is a dinosaur in America, overtaken by convenience stores and mega-markets. In other countries, such as Mexico and Italy, these stores still thrive and Bossy is jealous of the Mexicans and Italians who don’t have to change out of their slippers in order to purchase stale-ish bread.
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