I’ve reached a level of adulthood where Lowe’s employees recognize me.
Not by my face.
By my expression.
It’s that thousand-yard stare that says…
“I came in for one bolt and somehow spent $412.”
Every trip starts with confidence.
Every trip ends with three carts and a crisis.
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