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My cubicle neighbor's microwave popcorn reminds me of Sear's. There used to be a two-story Sear's down the street from my house, and one corner of the store was dedicated to selling popcorn and candy. For many years they were the only place I knew that sold Swedish fish. Then that location closed down. Thank god for Ikea, because without them I'd have nowhere to get my Swedish fish.
But there was nothing like being bored all day while my mom shopped for underwear (lame!), and then being excited when she took us up to the second floor to get popcorn and candy.
But there was nothing like being bored all day while my mom shopped for underwear (lame!), and then being excited when she took us up to the second floor to get popcorn and candy.