Lots of laughs at work lately. A woman whom I'd judge to be a grandmother was strolling the aisles with her grandson, who asked me for help. Where is your salsa, he wanted to know. Aisle 13A, opposite the soups, I replied. The grandma then inquired, "Is it in jars?" which threw me for a moment. I mean, what else would it be in? So I asked her
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