When I was a toddler, my father would always let me have three grapes at the grocery store--"one for each hand, and one for your mouth." I don't remember when he stopped doing it, but I remember being maybe 10 or 12 and suddenly remembering our little ritual, and realizing for the first time that we'd been stealing. I was horrified.
We have an online form where you can report small road issues, but I reported something over a month ago (lane markers that are not painted at all, clearly the truck missed this section of the street somehow when they came through the first time) and it still hasn't been fixed.
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