I’m terrible at bagging groceries. I look like I have a third elbow that I’m trying to coordinate into the mix of hands, arms, those infernal plastic bags, and the items that come flying across the counter at me. I’m gradually getting better at it thanks to good advice and experience. Also, there’s Richard, who … Continue reading Excellence in Bagging
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