And not only it is quite close to our house when an item or two is needed, I'm a fan for another reason.
If you haven't heard, I am one of those. At least for another short while. And being able to park close to the entrance is quite wonderful, I'll admit. Almost makes pregnancy worth it.
(Sweet chicken, it so completely does not make pregnancy worth it. At least to this lady who doesn't do pregnancy well. That was the permanent delirium I get during the last few weeks of pregnancy talking. But it is a nice perk when you are expecting a baby.)
And I don't think the two parking stalls marked "Senior Citizen" next to it are anything more a coincidence. Even if I walk incredibly similar to most senior citizens I know these days. Well, any senior citizen over the age of 97. The rest of them could beat me in a foot race in a heartbeat.
But at least I'm not bitter. After all, look at the fancy parking space I get each time we almost run out of milk. I'm like a celebrity.
Or not at all.
But at least I have to hobble a few less feet each visit to the grocery store.
