Well, as I started getting my things together for the resident event I’m throwing tomorrow… I kinda kept telling myself: See, this is why you can’t go shopping unsupervised.
I RAN OUT OF BAGGIES TO PUT CANDY IN, GUYS.
Coppola judged me the entire time.
Gladwell has a hounds nose and tracked all the locations of the candy and cookies. I guess when you can’t see well, or hear, your nose gets pretty curious.