My missus would be there to actually do some food shopping.

Wait, what happened to the G train?

Can the unnamed consumer organization taste the difference?

... over the past two weeks, we had hiked through rudimentary trails in all manner of potentially snake-infested terrain and hadn’t gotten a bite, so to speak.

But we did get to see a jackrabbit.

What I didn’t have was an easy path to the bathroom; that extra-time period was not particularly comfortable…