Like I've mentioned before, I live above a shop that sells and repairs fire extinguishers here in South Jersey. On either side of that shop, up and down the main street, are several restaurants: Thai, Mexican, Japanese, South American, Italian, two Pizza places, a seafood place, and a retro fifties diner. In addition to the restaurants, we have a coffee shop, a cupcake shop, a bakery, a library, a yoga studio, a retro furniture store, one of the best farmers' markets in the country from May to November, and several street festivals per year.
It is, in a nutshell, an exceedingly charming place to live.
Except...
Every Friday in warmer months the coffee shop, which is right next to the fire extinguisher shop, hosts live music outside. Every first Friday and second Saturday artists and musicians line the entire main street for some free entertainment.
This would be great, except that on Fridays, after a full week of spending time in a small room with teenagers and a full week of running misery, all I want to do is go to sleep at 8 o'clock and forget about the world for 14 hours, not listen to crappy bands trying to impress a bunch of 12-year-old girls.
Marathon training has turned me into a crotchety old man. Pretty soon I'll be yelling out the window for them to "knock off that racket."
It is, in a nutshell, an exceedingly charming place to live.
Except...
Every Friday in warmer months the coffee shop, which is right next to the fire extinguisher shop, hosts live music outside. Every first Friday and second Saturday artists and musicians line the entire main street for some free entertainment.
This would be great, except that on Fridays, after a full week of spending time in a small room with teenagers and a full week of running misery, all I want to do is go to sleep at 8 o'clock and forget about the world for 14 hours, not listen to crappy bands trying to impress a bunch of 12-year-old girls.
Marathon training has turned me into a crotchety old man. Pretty soon I'll be yelling out the window for them to "knock off that racket."
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