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It's a four minute walk from my apartment to Trader Joe's. The last time I was there, they had a big sign advertising that they were permanently extending their hours to 10 p.m., instead of 9. These two facts in tandem spurred me into action: I would go, at 9:20 p.m. or so, to get some milk (2%) and whatever else looked good. Whatever they have in that funky little entrance room with the automatic doors smells like atomic fireballs. I got a basket, looked at some fancy paper-thin air-dried meat slices and then grabbed a bag of Honeycrisp apples. Over in the dairy area, there's no milk! I might have continued shopping, because it would be dumb to have come and left without anything, but they have some cookies for customers to eat, so I took one. It was an oreo with holiday-inspired mintiness. I put the apples back, put my basket back, and left. It was a lot like Iraq: sure, you go for the weapons of destruction, and maybe they're out, but there's at least a cookie you can take so it's not an entire wash. Unlike Iraq though, I immediately left. Also, the cookie was not PTSD and political division.