The squeaky wheel gets the grease—that one right there, which is making all the noise that you’re complaining about. No, forget it, it’s not worth getting a new one and unloading all the food just for five more minutes of shopping. It’s such a production, getting groceries with you. Like, something always goes wrong. I’m not saying this is your fault; I’ve just noticed we can’t get through a trip to the supermarket without a problem of some kind—forgetting the shopping list or spilling something or seeing someone you don’t want to run into. That’s all I’m saying.
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