Never have I seen so flummoxed a person as the old man at the store today who was trying to decide if his desire to get a free sample of pan-seared pork chops was stronger than his desire to not step in the four-feet-in-diameter pool of extra virgin olive oil I was just starting to clean up.
The desire for samples won out.
And he wasn't the last person to make that same decision.
There's a lesson here, somewhere. I know not what it is, but I'll be it's a doozy.
The personal blog of author Kelly Sedinger, chronicling the adventures of one overalls-clad wanderer.
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