The grocery store was pure torture today. I move slowly, my back hurts, I am cranky, and I take up a lot of space. So don't hit me in the heels with your grocery cart, stare at me instead of saying "excuse me", or expect me to squeeze by you when you and your fat family are taking up 3/4 of the aisle deliberating over which canned soup to stock up on this week. Thanks.

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