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A month ago, I bought a package of chopped onion and put it away. Then I couldn't find it. I looked high. I looked low. I looked left. I looked right. I even checked in my car. No chopped onion anywhere.

So I bought another package of chopped onion and put it in the cabinet above my stove.

Today, I started making beef stew. So I opened the cabinet and...

...both packages of onion powder are sitting right next to each other, staring back at me. Mocking me.

Fuck. I'm 32, and I'm going senile.