The Neighborhood Jesus

I'm a fortunate girl. Jesus has made ready access to his place for
me, by locating it right down the street. I'm generally reminded of
his presence by a couple neon signs, although he does have limited
hours, and I cannot get access to his place at times that would be
more useful for me. Like say, 7pm on a Sunday night: no dice. But
then again Jesus only stocks some mediocre potato-chip brands, a
limited selection of chocolate, and a couple of soft drinks, so he
doesn't necessarily carry anything that I wanted anyway. I guess it's
nice of him to be so close by, but sometimes the constant presence
might be termed overbearing.