Ever go to the grocery store to “just pick up a few things” and realize about halfway through that the “few things” that you had originally meant to pick up — which has now turned into 43 — is turning into a stack that’s almost equivalent to your height and is gradually getting heavier and you’re collapsing under its weight and the cashiers and the baggers all start laughing at you and calling you names and even the other customers in the store start joining in and you’re just laying on the floor with a mountain of groceries making their home on top of you and you just want to go home and sit on the couch with a medium-sized bowl of brownie ice cream with caramel syrup with only the few groceries you should’ve gotten in the first place? Just me?
