P.S. Every day this happens at least once. I open the refrigerator door and the mustard (or tabasco sauce or cheese or butter dish) falls out of the side door and lands on my foot. “OUCH!” I think, if I don’t say it. I bend to pick the fallen object up and as I straighten I slam my head on the bottom of the freezer door. That is my life. “OUCH! DAMN! AGAIN! WHY?!” I think, if I don’t say it.
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