I just returned from some brief shopping at my local Dollar Store. (Good place to shop. I tore out the written-on pages from some old classroom notebooks from my former students, notebooks they abandoned on the last day of school, and sold them to Dollar Store, which in turn sells them as new.
What a racket.) Anyway, I was in the aisle when suddenly a 5- or 6-year-old boy kicked me in my shin. Wow, did that hurt! But I immediately thought about offering up my suffering, worth, I'd say, about 30 days deducted from my stay in purgatory. Wow, did I feel good. And some people say that purgatory is meaningless!
When I reached home, the little woman kicked me in my other shin for having bought the shower cleanser instead of the sink cleanser.