It happened.

Yes. It.

I was frantically running down the halls of the local grocery store wearing mismatched clothing and flip-flops with my hair in an unkempt mess at 7:00 on a Saturday night. Running because my mom and crying nephew (and hungry father) were awaiting my speedy return. In my grocery basket: fried chicken, fried potatoes, a lean cuisine, some marshmallows and chocolate chips.

What, you don’t eat chocolate chips out of the bag?!

And then,


Around the corner came some very prominent members of my childhood.

There was nowhere to hide.


Anonymity, I miss you.


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