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Wednesday, October 21, 2015
Superstore Jerk
To the man who HURLED himself into me as I waited quietly in the Barrington Superstore checkout line: I realize that you had no way of knowing I am still recovering from a devastating concussion that cost me more than a year of my life, and your assault set me back weeks. But, really? You don't even stop to apologize as you continue your frantic run to the ice cream aisle? —Concussed
