Stop Bitching and Go Home

I thought I had left them on the corner of M and Wisconsin, but last night in the supermarket on Martha's Vineyard (of all places), there she was in line behind me -- "Stop Bitching and Start a Revolution." Now if anyone can explain to me what the Zendiks are doing besides bitching (and, according to their website, farming together), I will perhaps rescind my criticism. But until that day, to me, they are just in the way of my oft-repeated walk to Urban Outfitters and B&N. And, since sister J was just accepted into the big G for the next 4 wonderful years, I can still pretend like I belong. So please stop bitching, and move out of my way. I have a date with a book and an iced coffee. At least don't haunt me at my grocery store in Mass.