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After months of weekly ordering a pound and a half of mac-n-cheese loaf at the local supermarket’s deli counter (a quarter pound of that for actual sandwich making and the rest eaten rolled up as a snack for any hour of day), the woman at the deli counter of our local supermarket finally had to confide in me.
“You know,” she said while leaning over the counter with a hushed voice, “I’ve gotta tell you. This stuff is usually more of a favorite with our older customers.” Why she felt she needed to keep this information on the down low is beyond me.
I didn’t have anything particularly witty to respond with so, instead, my mind thought of the dorkiest thing I could possibly say in response: “Well, errr, I love it!”
So, between my old man winter cardigan and my love for processed meat with “bits” in it, I’m plenty comfortable already, at 28 years of age, with the elderly lifestyle.