Mark it in the books, on Tuesday I officially went to The Container Store under my own volition by myself for the first time in my life.
A store which had been the bane of my shopping existence for some many years.
A store that doesn't contain stuff to use, but rather stuff to hold things you can buy from real stores.
The Container Store is sorta a shell of a store. It has no soul like my 6th grade social studies teacher. Instead it has just aisles and aisles of ....containers. And there I was, walking into it to buy 17 orange cubicle containers. Woe is me.
I am but a man. Flawed and imperfect, I am but a man.
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