I stride down the middle aisle to stand purposefully in front of their toiletry shelves. I bet Gordon and Estelle never shop at Londis. I bet there’s not a thing in here they’d ever deign to own. I try to smell a bar of soap through its wrapper. I don’t know why I’m here....
soap bottle in the shower, they put lotion instead so the bar soap at the sink was used. Rug was gritty and sticky in a couple of places. Good storage. Not enough TV channels. Our floor reeked of pot. Not sure if someone was smoking it or came in smelling...