Trader Joe's in Tallahassee that is. Look at this mess:
It's like it's on an island, an island adrift in a sea of eight-laned mayhem, and there's no "park next door, hop the landscaping, walk over to it" option. Hasn't anyone read Suburban Nation? Three damned trips to Tallahassee in the vicinity, and every single time I've said "Oh there it goes. Eh, the hell with it this trip, will get there next time." But somehow it still hasn't happened.
Here, have some tangentially related theme music:
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