So I went to the grocery store this evening for light bulbs and somehow found myself in the frozen pizza aisle. As I turned away from them, exercising my will to not buy anything I didn't need, I watched a woman ahead of me approach the freezer doors to inspect somethingorother, all the while talking rather loudly to herself about the twofer-one sale and how interesting, and oh my, what a good deal, etc.

As I passed her, I smiled to myself, demonstrating my innocent pleasure in the eccentricities of old women out shopping by themselves.

Just then I remembered that, as I had turned away from the pizzas and walked by gentleman inspecting the Hot Pocket selection nearby, I had been muttering, and not entirely to myself, "Evil. Evil. Evil. Pizzas are Evil."