I Bought a $28 Burger—Grandpa’s Bank Account Exposed My Real Problem

Not the fancy one near my office. The basic one.

I grabbed a basket and walked in with Frank’s voice in my head telling me to stop buying tired-fixes.

Eggs. Bread. Beans. Rice. Chicken.

Simple.

Adult.

I went to the egg section and froze.

The price was higher than I expected.

Not catastrophic. Not the apocalypse.

Just… higher.

Enough to make you swallow.

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