Self-Inflicted Hobby Anxiety at the Union Square Trader Joe's Last week while bagging my brussel sprouts and tying an extra plastic bag around my eggs, my Trader Joe's cashier asked me what my hobbies were. Shortly thereafter, I spiraled into existential dread. "What a loaded question," my friend replied when I reported the tale back to her…
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