We joined a Produce Co-Op with some friends that is called Celery Stalkers. In essence, there are 12 members and every other week, we pay $10 and get a box of fruits and vegetables from a wholesaler. Each member has to pick out the produce twice a year. The quality is good and it's fun to see what other people have picked.
We only know 2 of the other members. So a couple of weeks ago, I found myself going up to a random house in the dark, knocking on the door and whispering, "I'm here for Celery Stalkers."
I am not a person who deals with ellicit substances but I felt like I was doing something very, very dirty.
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