Open 24 hours.

Christmas is pretty much the only time around here where things are actually open late. It’s a very novel concept to me, this “open 24 hours” thing. Not many places around here are open 24 hours, or even after 11, for that matter. I just love the idea of being able to pop over to the giant grocery store at 2am to shop for pants. 

Not that I’d ever really take advantage of the opportunity. I’m rarely awake at 2am these days and when I am, I’m not usually in a condition where I’m capable of operating a motor vehicle. I just like knowing that if I wanted to go grocery shopping at 2am, the option is there. If I wanted to really be a wild woman, I could just do it. I could just drive to the store and buy a yam in the middle of the night. 

That, my friends, is really living.