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i hate the ultra bright flourescent lights and the people who walk too slow in front of me... i am also strange in that i hate the cashier or the bagger to bag my stuff. I want to do it. i can't stand the way they bag things, as if i can't carry a bag heavier than 1.5 pounds. if i let them bag it, everythiong flies out all over the trunk of my car, i have hairspray and eggs in one bag, another bag will have ant traps and roast beef, another bag will have a loaf of bread and cans, another bag will have hot rotisserie chicken and ice cream...you get the point.
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