Farmers Choice Market

Why? Why must I continually punish myself by shopping at this store?
I bought strawberries yesterday. Due to my history with Farmers Choice produce, I took the time to thoroughly. Thoroughly. Thoroughly inspect the cartons, all around, and I finally found one that looked safe. Took it to the register, thanks very much, have a nice day.
This story is in no way exaggerated.
The next day. The next day. I want some strawberries. I open the lid, and what do I see but a BIG FURRY EYE staring back at me! It was nearly the size of a dime. If only I had a picture, but me being sane, I threw it in the trash rather than photograph it.
But in 24 hours?! How does that happen? Is there some part of my psyche I don’t quite understand that compels me to keep going here? Is it another case of Lewis Black’s candy corn? (
) Is the farmers’ choice REALLY their moldiest crop (s)?
One thing’s for sure: I have, very likely, learned my lesson.