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The Horror Of Running Into Someone You Know
I just wanted to get some Bounty.
It was on sale (6 double rolls — score!), so I decided to run to the store during my lunch.
If you know anything about Bounty, it’s roughly the price of a donor organ on the black market. And don’t even talk to me about off-brands like Brawny or (shudder) Fiesta. Those are nothing but glorified rolls of toilet paper.
Go Bounty or go home.
The plan was that I’d dart inside, grab the goods, and dart back out. Like a bank robber, but with a package of paper towels the size of a life raft.
(Yes, I know I’m destroying the environment. But at this point, I feel like the environment has bigger concerns than my profligate use of paper products.)
I can usually make kamikaze runs like this without running into anybody I know, because that’s my number one goal at any given moment — not seeing anyone I know and being forced to talk to them.
It’s bad enough when you know you’re going to have to socialize, but it’s a thousand times worse when it’s sprung on you like a pop quiz.
