Nancy just returned from an expedition to Roche Bros. in West Roxbury (ay carumba: No candied yams!) and reports the sheer insanity of the sort that only people who have survived getting in and out of the parking lot there can really understand:
It was like being in a training video! You're backing out, and there's one person behind you, and another person coming the other way, and then a pedestrian comes out of nowhere - and then somebody else starts backing out. . ... Somebody's trying to make a big swing into your space, so now they're on your side of the road and you have to go around them. You have to swivel your head constantly. And then, of course, there's always some joker parked in the no-parking zone right in front of the entrance to the store, today it was a Brink's truck, and so you have to go around them and hope nobody's coming the other way and there aren't any pedestrians coming into the crosswalk, because they never look.