I’m writing this from a little café attached to my local Publix, which, if you don’t know, is a spectacular, yet increasingly expensive, supermarket chain in Florida. This café is the latest in a string I’ve frequented in the neighborhood for the past few months. I’m here because the Wi-Fi is decent and the café con leche costs two dollars.
Behind me are an assortment of sunscreens on sale. To the left, a bunch of inflatable kid toys for the pool. A couple aisles back, there is a short line of people waiting to fill their prescription medication because this café also doubles as a pharmacy. There isn’t a bathroom, and the outlets under my chair don’t work. No music is playing, but at the table next to me, there is a grown man playing a Pokémon game on his phone with the volume turned way up (I know it is Pokémon because I’m a child of the ‘90s and I know that theme song anywhere).
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