Something has happened to me that I could have never foreseen. I have become a condiment hoarder. I have tidy little stacks of saltine crackers in shiny, festive red wrappers that rustle when you touch them, soothingly bland non-dairy creamers, lemon herbal tea bags, and honey packets tucked away. This makes me feel somehow secure.
Oh, dear God, this does not bode well for my future. I am having sudden visions of myself as an elderly woman, feeding too many cats from cupboards stuffed to bursting with tiny jam packets and stale rolls smuggled furtively out of restaurants in an oversized handbag.
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