When Dala and I were living in the apartment with the tenants below us that kept us up for hours on end through the nights, there was a corner store so close I could literally see it out my window. The people that ran it, I think might have been Greek or something, and the place wasn't amazing, but they always had Flaming Hot Cheetos, Oreo Knock Offs, and beer that wasn't micro-brew, but wasn't Budweiser either. Half the time I went, whoever was at the counter would be on their tablet face timing with their family, watching a soccer game, or who knows what. Half the time I went, little kids would be behind the counter, excited to greet every customer that came in. Every time that I went, I was glad they were there. There's something about not having to walk more than five minutes to pick up a pack of Cheetos and a can of Red Bull whenever the mood strikes you, and at the same time, see a friendly face.