Should I be giving a holiday tip to my Food Coop walker dude(tte) this season, you think?
'Cause even you hardened haters have got to admit that the Food Coop's little home delivery service is not too shabby (btw, I can't seem to stop singing the Chanukkah Song). Anyway, I want to personally thank the Food Coop for not leaving me with my broken down shopping cart and letting me borrow theirs.
It's one of the few benefits of living in the belly of the beast: a privilege for those who live in a five block radius (or is it 10?). Anyway, you're fucked if you live in Crown Heights.