At Andronico's, the local overpriced semi-organic hipster supermarket, olives are superexpensive. And, for some reason, so is orange juice.
At the checkout counter, the girl (who must have been at least several years yourger) wouldn't let me buy Corona's because I didn't have a proper ID ( I AM TWENTY FOUR, come on!!), and now that I got home I remember I forgot toiletpaper.
Dammit!
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