I remember going to visit my grandparents in Florida, and down the street from their house was the Country Store. It looked like a country store– soda machine outside; the building was raised up with a creaky wooden porch around it, and you could buy just about anything you wanted there– candy, bread, milk, bait, hats, fishing poles– whatever. It was before the use of the word«convenience store» became common. This place has a little bit of that feel to it. They had what I needed at that moment, and they were right where I needed them to be at that moment, and they were friendly.