Welcome to the jungle of awesomeness.
Support your local shops is my motto. The problem is they have people in them. Ew. Armed with mace and a positive attitude, I fa la la la laed uptown. First, I needed a snap button repaired on my trusty winter coat so I headed to a seamstress tiny shop. It was lovely in there, especially the nice woman with the unfortunate habit of coughing on me. Why do people do that to me? I surmised between hacking convulsions that this poor half dead woman was not able to snap a snap back on and with her dying last cough sent me to a cobbler shop. I now have a pneumonia coming on surely? Okay cobbler shop, Hi, I drove all the way cross town to see you how are you today? "CAN'T DO IT." Comes the reply. Huh? I've only walked in the door? Surely the seamstress couldn't have called you from her grave to tell you about a tiny snap? Turns out I was holding my coat in a "certain manner" that prevented him from seeing what kind of snap. Apparently there are mill