As I wait for someone to help me at the deli counter, the older woman with the slightly "butch" haircut (short, spikey, silvery grey) waiting with me is going to talk to me, I'm sure.
"What kind of swiss cheese are you going to buy," she finally asks. I tell her.
She shakes her head, says, "I don't really touch the stuff, myself, since I'm lactose intolerant, but my son sent me this shopping list."
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