I just came to the full realization that a crowded Spencer’s Gifts is my own personal hell. I found a board game to buy in the northeast quadrant, by the time I made it to southwest, I forgot I was even holding a product. At that point, my brain’s only mission was escape. I made it like 20ft from the store before I realized I stole something. I immediately turned around back into the hellscape and paid. I’m convinced this isn’t a me problem. The problem is with you, Spencer. You fuck.