I was in the store the other day, needing to pick up laundry detergent among other things. Just so you’ll know, I like to keep one or two back-ups so that I don’t run out mid-washing cycle. I know, it’s a bit compulsive, but I’m that way with bars of soap, boxes of tissues, tubes of toothpaste, etcetera, etcetera. There is a chance that I may be increasingly CDO – that’s obsessive-compulsive disorder, but with the letters in the correct . . . . oh, never mind. Anyhow, I found the detergent, but somehow the bottle felt small and a little light. I usually buy the smaller ones, “33 loads”, because it’s easy to lift down from the shelf. Now, they’ve replaced the “33 loads” bottle with a new one: “26 loads”. Surprisingly, the price was the same as the old “33 loads”. You’re probably shocked, as I was. Continue reading “The Incredible Shrinking . . . Groceries”
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