complaints department

Why is it that convenience stores are lit up like prison perimeters?

Seriously. I'm craving something sweet, maybe chocolate, but I'm stalling on the short walk to the convenience store. (I'll deal with a diet later; it's been a wonderful and tiring week and I want some chocolate, full stop.) The place has amazing and terrible rows of fluorescent lighting. It looks like something out of Close Encounters. It makes my head hurt.

I just want some cereal and a Hershey bar. Why does it have to be traumatic?