It was a perfect Sunday. After a 3-hour lunch with a friend at a favorite restaurant, we browsed a chic neighborhood store and tried on sunglasses. Winding my way home, I stopped at Trader Joe’s to grab ingredients for the Citrus and Spice Chicken I’d be grilling later that night. I was feeling comfortable and satisfied in my single skin. With one errand left, I breezed into the supermarket to pick up a few staples. And then I came into contact with this giant sign. What a buzz kill.