
Believe it or not, I can identify with this situation and know what it’s like to suffer from grocery abuse. When I was 14 my mother smacked me in the head with a frozen Jewish rye for scaring her half to death with the flash from my Instamatic camera. I’ve often considered starting a support group, but after 45 years I think I’ve pretty much recovered from the trauma. And now if you’ll excuse me, it’s time to watch the big finale on “Top Chef.” Thank you.
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