guilty pleasures

Häagen-Dazs Caramel Pizzelle Bar

So once a week (or so) I wander down the street to Santos Liquors where I purchase my ice cream bar. They are getting to know me and I realized I was no longer anonymous and so I should start having brief conversations with them. They are really a very friendly lot. There is a whole small universe at the corner liquor store where the sales people know their regulars by name and vice versa. For unexplained reasons I find this whole universe somewhat comforting. Perhaps because it is so far removed from the whole millennial culture and seems to include a large number of people buying lottery tickets with dreams of escape from their daily drudgery. I am reminded of childhood days when we would scrounge bottles from the creek and turn them in for candy at the local corner small grocery. I don't have to scrounge for bottles or raid the penny jar, I always seem to have the $2.99 and I enjoy the walk down the block. I could just eat ice cream from the carton in the freezer, but I wouldn't get to experience Santos Liquors employees, customers, or the walk down the block.