I thought I was going to cry, right there between the food processors and the mixing bowls.
“All’s I want is a plastic bag, a plastic bag.”
Has anyone ever told you NOT to open a door?
“My crib contained a pillow with Karl Marx on one side and Engels on the other. It was Berkeley in the late 70s, after all…”
I’m absolutely certain that T. S. Eliot would NOT approve.