Adventures in suburbia

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Just before lunch today, the button on my pants popped off.  (Yeah, yeah,
I’m fat.  I know that already.)
I asked around and no one here had a sewing kit.  So, for lunch I set off
to find one thinking “how hard can it be?  There are two convenience stores
down by the highway.”

Well, neither of them thought it convenient to have a sewing kit.  I had to
decide if I would drive one town south, where I knew there were a lot of
shops, or keep going into the center of Hopkinton to find one there.
Thinking “I’m only a mile from the center of town, and it’s six miles south
on the highway to the next one” I decided to go into town.

I found: A lumber yard, a welding shop, three liquor stores, a hallmark
greeting card store, 5 variants of bistro/sandwich shop, 2 places that
board horses for you, a garden shop as big as my apartment complex and the
starting place of the Boston Marathon.  (Yeah, 2 ½ months later the big
“Starting Line” painted on the road is still there.)
Nothing that would have a sewing kit.

So, being stubborn, I kept going.  I passed lots of very expensive houses.
Most of the above type of places.  Nothing that even looked like it would
have a sewing kit.
I ran into the next town, but kept going.  After all, the Atlantic ocean is
only 30 miles east.  I knew if I hit that I would have to stop and come
back.

Then it became like a Twilight Zone episode: it was like going back in time.
Not only were all the houses older, but there were a bunch of antique cars
on the road.
It got really weird when a miniature golf course with a bunch of dinosaurs
appeared on the side of the road.
But, just after the dinosaurs was a CVS.  I went in and they had sewing
kits.  But, all the people who worked there were under five feet tall.

Being annoyed at how far I had to go to find a shop with what I wanted, I
measured the mileage back to the office.  6.66 miles.

I sewed the button back on my pants.  Hopefully it is not the thread of the
beast…