I was in Rite-Aid the other day, buying a greeting and gift card combo for an event I really don’t want to attend. It’s one of these awful situations where I work with the husband-to-be and that somehow parlayed into me being invited to the engagement party, the shower, and finally, still yet to come, the wedding. I barely know this woman, I’ve met her exactly twice, so all this really means is that a person I wouldn’t even call an acquaintance is getting three separate gifts out of me.

And, yes, I’m a little bitter.

But, I digress.

Anyway, I was in Rite-Aid, trying to avoid the temptation of new deodorant and/or back-to-school supplies (50% off!) and/or Hostess Cupcakes. Rite-Aid is not the ungodly wallet suck that Wal-Mart is, but it’s up there on the lis...

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