I Can Tell If You're a Serial Killer By What You Purchase at Sam's Club

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The other day I picked up an order from Sam’s Club. I needed dog food and I’m too short to throw 50 pounds over my head to get the bag into the massive cart, so I always order it for pick up. Go ahead, judge me. I guess I could wheel around a flat bed, but that feels excessive for 50 pounds of dog food. I like to leave the flat beds for the vending machine owners. I’m a giver. Much better to sit in your car like a princess and wait for it to be delivered to you.

Anyhoo, the point is, I was waiting for my order to be delivered to my car. Now, when I ordered the dog food, I, of course, threw a few more things into my to-go cart. I figured the person has to come out to my car already, might as well make it worth the trip! But we really didn’t need anything. So I got some rando stuff.