We used to have the occasional heroin addict falling asleep in a chair. Now we have coco-loco meth addicts acting the clown as they lean against the door jamb.
Not a big improvement, Schulzie.
By the way, I switched permanently, and I’d never tell you the name. Civilized people, excellent coffee that makes Starbucks taste like a nice warm milk before bedtime, good music, and no bathroom (which keeps the drop-in-center folks and their shopping carts away).