For normal folk, running out of milk and bread isn't really that big a deal. They can hop in the car or pop up to the nearest dairy and, to be honest it wasn't that much of a problem for me either, even though my wife Pam was away for a few days. My friendly local store was just a five-minute walk away but, for some inexplicable reason, I decided to go to the supermarket.
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