The nearest grocery is a Safeway. It’s not my favorite, and it’s by no means in a “bad neighborhood” but it does get a bit, eh, exciting at night. There’s another in a much more sketch part of town and everyone knows that location as the “Unsafeway” and to keep them apart, I’ve taken to calling this one the “slightly-less-than-safeway.”
I digress. When looking for a basket on my way in, I noticed this:
Can’t imagine someone was having a very good evening without a driveshaft.