A day or so before payday, and I'm looking in my fridge and freezer, and find insulin, hummus, sour cream, eggs, naan, and a giant box of soft pretzels (the latter was a 25-pretzel manager's special for $3.99). Can you tell I live by myself? I guess it's better than a bunch of takeout containers, but barely. The food in the pantry is a little better, at least, so I'm not in dire straits or anything. But when you have more medicine than food in your refrigerator, I think it says something.
| Unshelved | by Bill Barnes and Gene Ambaum |
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