At 11am, having run out of milk, I wished to pop downstairs and replenish my supply (lattes, duh!). Alas, the stores on my street in the Dam are not open on Sundays. Booo!
There is one store that carries milk and serves on Sunday: the Nightshop. Unfortunately, they take their name very seriously and are literally only open at night. PM. 11am, no cigar. So of course I wrote a song. Yeah and um, I could've bought milk hours ago at this point.
Contains verbal profanity.
When exiting the weekend, please proceed in an orderly and secular fashion.
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