Will shopkeepers stop yelling at me when I walk in? As soon as I’ve got through the door, I get a shouted “Hi!” Little is more predictably discomfiting. You know what I’m talking about: you come in off the street, brush the snow off your jacket, blink under the lights, and immediately...
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