Today I have to take some cheese back to the store. I bought cheese in an opaque wrapper and it turned out to be moldy. Somehow I failed to notice this as I not only cut it, but ate a bite and handed a bite to Master.
My stomach is queasy just thinking about it. How could I not notice? Needless to say, he was not happy about this.
So, he said I have to take it back to the store and try to get the money back, which combines all my least favorite things into one task:
1. moldy cheese, looking at it and handling it. Ewwwww.
2. talking to strangers
3. not only talking to them but complaining about something to them and trying to get a refund. The thought makes me cringe worse than moldy cheese.
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Now I feel very silly. As usual the anticipation was worse than the event. Cheese return- no problem. Plus, I have $5 now.
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