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I need a container to contain the gamut of emotions I experience when I go to the container store. It all starts with hopeful aspirations and dreams of a blissfully organized home then ends up with me leaving the place with a couple of squirrelly boxes I got off the sale rack, that are, of course, missing their lids, a new lint roller refill and a roll of green ribbon that I’m going to try to pass off as Christmas green and not the “electric” shade it rang up as. Oh and also sheer embarrassment can be thrown in the mix because customers don’t only knock over giant displays in cliche movies and commercials. That happens in real life too. Peace be with me.

I need a container to contain the gamut of emotions I experience when I go to the container store.

It all starts with hopeful aspirations and dreams of a blissfully organized home then ends up with me leaving the place with a couple of squirrelly boxes I got off the sale rack, that are, of course, missing their lids, a new lint roller refill and a roll of green ribbon that I’m going to try to pass off as Christmas green and not the “electric” shade it rang up as.

Oh and also sheer embarrassment can be thrown in the mix because customers don’t only knock over giant displays in cliche movies and commercials. That happens in real life too. Peace be with me.