Life in the suburbs does not demand much.

I have to decide whether to have chicken or fish for dinner, not where my next meal will come from. I have to go to work, by driving there in a air-conditioned fully automatic car. I have to help my mother-in-law buy her medicines, by sitting in my swivel cushioned chair, order them on high speed internet, and they arrive at the front door.

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