I brought chili for lunch today, but didn’t eat it. I chewed gum instead.

     I didn’t realize it before, but I can’t eat chili without cornbread. It must be a thing I have. People at work assured me that I could get cornbread at the grocery store, so I stopped there on my way home.

     For almost five minutes, I searched that little bakery section and failed to spot the cornbread. There was a woman employee behind the counter pretending to arrange the pastries, but she was watching me and just when I felt like she was about to ask if I needed help finding anything, I bolted for the freezer section. That’s another thing I have. I don’t like being asked if I need help finding anything. It’s why I do my Christmas shop...

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