“It’s not for you.” “Who is it for?” “Me.” She tilted her head and said, “If the eleven things I add to your cart are destined to die in your fridge, then I’m going to select eleven things that I like so I can save their lives by rescuing them from your bags and taking them home with me.” “I don’t like tricky people, Steinbeck.” “Says the man who tricked me into being his grocery shopper and delivery driver.”
