This Circle Of Hell
Do you see what is in those lime green circles up there? Hell, HELL, is in those circles.
I don't have a car, and I generally like it that way. It helps me to avoid excessive shopping, seeing more of this ugly city than I have to, and killing the planet more than is truly necessary. Also, the costs of owning a car boggle my mind. All of that aside, though, it leaves me in a terrible position: I have no wine, and the wine store is far enough away that I am liable to lose my nose or chunks of my fingers to the -47°F wind chill if I try to walk to it.
On days like this, I curse my ancestors for settling in the middle of Saskatchewan where they had to live in huts made of sod like cavemen. The homeland REALLY must have sucked for this to happen.