It's like a bad Scooby-Doo episode

I do believe in the freedom of capitalism. But still, when the local theatre ends up evicted because the landlord can get slightly more money from a shop of random antiques and crafts that wants more room for extra shelves, it makes me sad. Perhaps moreso because it's my theatre, and I can't believe this Friday's show will be the last Comedy Night at Main Street Stage, especially when it was just getting popular. So again, obviously that's just business, and it is what it is. But still, it's so cliche it's sad. So it goes.