Half the kids I know work at Timmy's, the other half pass through regularly. Most of the adults I know buy at Timmy's regularly, the few that don't have friends who supply them.
There's a Tim's between our house and the schools where the rest of the family attend and work (my commute only passes the fridge in my kitchen) and so the family attends Tim's more than church. It's as if a double-double and a dutchie is the new sacrament.
The drive-through extends onto the street, which happens to be four lanes of highway 21, trucks sometimes park blocking a lane of the highway, all of which should concern the police except that they're in line too, waiting for coffee and doughnuts. I swear at them as I pass, then return when it's not so busy.
I'm addicted to their raisin-bran muffins, but since they switched from Coke to Pepsi, they've lost a little of my business. Somehow, this makes me feel guilty.
They used to offer me free TimBits for the dogs at the drive-through, as if to get them addicted too, damn pushers(!), but we don't often use the drive-through anymore...parking or walking is better for us and the environment.