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It’s the two-week anniversary of staring into the apocalypse, but today I have a mundane complaint. The lower bins in my refrigerator aren’t gliding properly, so I called the company and they scheduled a repair man to come to my place. They gave me a ridiculously long five hour window of when he would show up. (Even more than the cable guy.) With a flimsy “stuck in traffic” excuse, he finally arrived 6- 1/2 hours later. I was steaming mad. It seems odd to be feeling aggrieved about something so trivial given the state of our country. And in a way, it felt like a relief.
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