
Like your drunk aunt as she sits on your mom&#8217;s Naugahyde couch after Thanksgiving dinner the minute after you announce your plans to get a doctorate in Literature. Like the tattooed and mostly toothless CVS checkout girl when your kid has a slight meltdown because you won&#8217;t buy them a bag of Pixie Stix (Now with more sugar!) Like the sweaty fat guy that smells like cheap bourbon and fried pork at 
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in the morning when you shank a shot into the bunker at the bend of the back nine. You didn&#8217;t ask for it but we&#8217;re still given it. (Actually, some of you did ask for and for that we thank you.)