This picture may capture one aspect of grocery stores that I hate: florescent lights, sterile hospital floors, too much visual stimulation on the shelves (the problem of other shoppers who notice as you walk the length of the store for the eighth time because you can't find where they keep the damn marshmellows, squeeky carts, long checkout lines, and the Trader Joe checkout people who are so fakely chatty and friendly [or perhaps it's real, in which case I question their mental stability] aren't even touched on by this picture). Today is grocery shopping day for me (about half a week late), if you can't tell by my extra animosity on this point; I am only going because I have only eggs and an onion remaining in the refrigerator.
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