growing up mom would take me grocery shopping. we would leave at noon and not return until 6 or 7 in the evening.

to this day I fucking hate grocery stores.

I've seen enough bread, cereal, milk, eggs, and fuckin potatoes to last five lifetimes.

I can still, 25 years later, draw out the floorplan of every grocery store in a 20 mile radius of my hometown. I can even tell you where the fucking pickles are and tell you what shelf they were on.

half the stores went out of business. what the hell am I supposed to do with all this trauma? it's not like it can help me, nor can they hurt me.

make it end!