Concept: us, together in all the right ways. No expiration dates, no one getting in the way of our love. We are blissed out beyond belief. We have found each other. You accidentally tell me you love me, but still mean it
I work in the grocery section of a Circle Dot, and honestly, fuck co-workers who refuse to FIFO correctly. Having to pull a 3-tier full of expired food from the floor is really goddamn aggravating and such a waste.