It's so lame, but I get this little rush when I'm piling my groceries on the checkout belt and they look so colorful and fresh and healthy. There's this part of me that's just like a little kid, sitting in the front row, with my arm raised high ... just bursting with hope that the teacher will call on me because I know I have the right answer.
And I'll get the gold star.
In the grocery store, I want the checker to comment on my beautiful and skillfully selected cart contents. I want her to compliment my dedication to good nutrition. I want her to admire this thing I have created.
I'd also like her to give me a gold star.
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