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He gestured vaguely toward the bowl of fruit salad, which was drowning in a marshmallow fluff concoction. My Only Bitchy Cousin Is a Yankee-Type Guy:
The Great Grocery Store Incident
Our unlikely friendship cemented in the cereal aisle of a Piggly Wiggly. We had been sent to buy ice for the cooler. Sterling, of course, insisted on inspecting every bag for freezer burn. We had been sent to buy ice for the cooler
Without Sterling, we would never know that the potato salad has been sitting out too long. Without Sterling, no one would return the wrong size gift to the store. Without Sterling, we would all remain trapped in an endless loop of “fine” and “bless your heart” and “I’ll pray on it.”
"It’s probably the delivery guy," I said, standing up and stretching. "I ordered some clothes online."