After going for a run last night I stopped by the liquor store to pick up two bottles of wine. I'd wanted to go home and shower first, but at my girlfriend's urging I went straight from my run, dripping with sweat. It's awkward, standing in line smelling nasty and asking the guy who works there for help finding cheap bottles of wine that don't taste like paint thinner. My girlfriend said the wine was disgusting anyway, but the only place I feel comfortable shopping when I'm that gross is the spot where the attendant sits behind bulletproof glass and all the patrons smell about as bad as me.
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