The years passed, and I started noticing little things. A few books I wanted weren't there--they were happy to order them for me, but it would take days and then I'd have to drive *back* and park and all the attendant hassle. When instead, I could just look it up on Amazon and have it *mailed* to my house in the same amount of time.
Then I noticed there were fewer books on the bookshelves and more plastic toys, mini-Zen-garden kits, and sparkly cards. Fewer nifty CDs in the music store, and the DVDs were expensive compilations of TV shows I had no interest in. The staff was less amazing, more pierced, and more political. Amazon got more and more of my business.
It's sad, like a favorite aunt fading into awkward senility. The things you loved are gone, and you realize the true death happened long ago.