Here's a summertime tip: never venture within 10 feet of a grocery store dumpster during a heat wave. I have personally stumbled across this morsel of wisdom so that you will not have to discover it for yourselves. There I was, walking down the sidewalk just as nice as you please, a spring in my step, when WHAM! I was hit by an olfactory 18-wheeler. I came to several minutes later on the other side of the parking lot with the distinct sensation that I had been running and screaming and may have knocked over a shopping cart or two. It was horrific, I tell you! I went ahead into the grocery store, but my heart wasn't in it. The mere sight of food caused barely-contained waves of spasmodic esophageal muscle contractions, much to the dismay of fellow shoppers. I came out of there with some Glad Bags, but no food. Well, okay, a Snickers.