Tonight, B went to the grocery store to get a large bag of chicken wings (which he planned to eat all week). He didn’t get a cart, because he doesn’t like carts.
On the way to the chicken wings, he saw the candy aisle and gummy bears were on “super special.” So he got three pounds of them. Then he got two containers of ice cream, and two cans of pringles.
At this point, he couldn’t carry any more so he checked out and went home. With three pounds of gummy bears, two containers of ice cream, and two cans of pringles. And no chicken wings.
Thank God he’s moving in with me in two weeks or he might not make it to 40. True story.