A real person in the world wrote this today:
The store’s closing is viewed as both an injury and an insult to the town. There just isn’t anywhere else to buy a long list of ordinary goods, from dish-towels to tennis balls without a 17-mile journey west, which means an hour behind the wheel coming-and-going, plus whatever time you spend picking stuff up inside.
If only anybody had thought of creating a mega-retail store on this newfangled thing called the Internet. Maybe then we’d have a way to buy all the crap we need without 17-mile journeys.