Diet Coke, Anyone?
The cashier has seen me at my worst, and thats the beauty of it.
For me, its the corner store.
Fellow regulars pet my dog and gab about the weather.
I never stay long, but a quick five-minute visit is always enough to hit the spot.
The bodega, however, was predictably open quite literally a glowing beacon at the end of my block.
It feels good to walk there as a destination whenever I need to get out.
Theres also something so intimate about the fact that the owners have seen me in my pajama bottoms.
And I found out Im not the only one who feels this way about their bodega.
It also has a cat, so theres that.
Theres also my coworker, Hannah, 30, who has developed a relationship with her bodega owner.
One night, after baking a cake, she even brought over a few extra slices.
I instantly felt like I had more of a community in the neighborhood.
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