8.28.25: The Grocery Store Hole

Tell me why I walk into a grocery store for bananas and leave with three frozen pizzas, two types of hummus I didn’t need, and a candle I sniffed once and now love like a pet. Somewhere between the produce section and the checkout line, I lose all sense of financial responsibility. And self-control. And logic. That middle section with the weird gadgets? Dangerous. I bought a milk frother and I don’t even drink milk. I think grocery stores are lowkey testing our impulse control. I fail every time. But at least I have snacks for the emotional fallout.