I find the Trader Joe's parking lot to be a source of delight - there's nothing quite like the self-satisfied smugness when you roll up on your bike past all the people suffering from parking lot congestion circling for a spot, lock it to the bike rack five steps from the entrance, and casually stroll in. I'm not proud of that, necessarily, as I recognize just how obnoxious smugness is), but I can't help enjoy that. It's a bit like rolling up to the border crossing in the Nexus lane...
July 19, 2024, 10:09 a.m. - Andreas Macke
I find the Trader Joe's parking lot to be a source of delight - there's nothing quite like the self-satisfied smugness when you roll up on your bike past all the people suffering from parking lot congestion circling for a spot, lock it to the bike rack five steps from the entrance, and casually stroll in. I'm not proud of that, necessarily, as I recognize just how obnoxious smugness is), but I can't help enjoy that. It's a bit like rolling up to the border crossing in the Nexus lane...