There I was, sitting in the parking lot of the grocery store wrestling to open a new package of aspirin to treat a sore shoulder.
I didn’t have on my “cheaters” (a.k.a. “readers,” a.k.a. “my impromptu headband”), so at first I missed the “(Continued)”. And so I thought that the aspirin company was encouraging me to drink heavily:
I’m thinking this box could benefit from some editing before hordes of 40-something women with presbyopia get confused.