I live in a small "urban" town near the town I grew up in. I live alone and am subsequently lonely enough to want to fill as much of my time as I can with my job as a deli clerk in the local grocery store. Though the money and good times are sparse, I realized in a thick, glass-case-windexing trance that the high volume of customer interactions and regular bumblings with other grocery store employees provide me a "trough of experience" with awkward instances. Particularly those relating to specialty cheeses.