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A random moment in my life:
I saunter down to the neighboring CVS to forage for dinner, due to a lamentable lack of funds and foresight.
After a few minutes of desperation, I find the frozen foods section and rejoice silently. I have snatched up a cheese pizza (microwavable!) and am about to scram when I notice that the boxes stacked behind the others on the shelf have curiously different labels.
Me: [ponders to self] What could this mean? Is there possibly a pepperoni lurking amongst those boxes, cleverly hidden by the salespeople? I must know!
Hunched down and leaning three-quarters into the freezer, I discover that there is indeed a pepperoni in the back.
Me: Huzzah!
With my natural grace and common sense, I immediately attempt to extract the pepperoni box from the stack in the back, neglecting to first clear away the other pizza boxes in front.
Pizza boxes: [crash and skitter madly along the shelf]
Me: Curses!
Salesperson: [wonders from a distance] Are there rats in the freezer again? Damn it, let me get the baseball bat...
Panicked, I fumblingly attempt to set things right, only to send more boxes reeling. The freezer (angered at having its door propped open for so long) roars into overdrive, making the shelves rattle, along with my hands. This contributes nothing to the restoration efforts. Eventually I am able to put things to a semblance of order and beat a hasty retreat before any salespeople come to investigate.
All this for a pepperoni pizza. Sometimes I really do worry.
I saunter down to the neighboring CVS to forage for dinner, due to a lamentable lack of funds and foresight.
After a few minutes of desperation, I find the frozen foods section and rejoice silently. I have snatched up a cheese pizza (microwavable!) and am about to scram when I notice that the boxes stacked behind the others on the shelf have curiously different labels.
Me: [ponders to self] What could this mean? Is there possibly a pepperoni lurking amongst those boxes, cleverly hidden by the salespeople? I must know!
Hunched down and leaning three-quarters into the freezer, I discover that there is indeed a pepperoni in the back.
Me: Huzzah!
With my natural grace and common sense, I immediately attempt to extract the pepperoni box from the stack in the back, neglecting to first clear away the other pizza boxes in front.
Pizza boxes: [crash and skitter madly along the shelf]
Me: Curses!
Salesperson: [wonders from a distance] Are there rats in the freezer again? Damn it, let me get the baseball bat...
Panicked, I fumblingly attempt to set things right, only to send more boxes reeling. The freezer (angered at having its door propped open for so long) roars into overdrive, making the shelves rattle, along with my hands. This contributes nothing to the restoration efforts. Eventually I am able to put things to a semblance of order and beat a hasty retreat before any salespeople come to investigate.
All this for a pepperoni pizza. Sometimes I really do worry.