Adulthood, Aisle 4

🫧 Open on Bubbles So there I was, standing in the paper goods aisle of the Piggly Wiggly at 8:45 on a Tuesday evening, having a full-blown crisis over two ply versus three ply. Now, when you’re seven, you think adulthood is going to be magnificent. You imagine staying up until midnight, eating chocolate cake for breakfast, and buying whatever cool stuff you want. Getting yourself a pony, 15 cats,…