So people's recreational pursuits like intense baking, building, sewing, crafting, pickling vegetables started making ends meet between uncertain paychecks.
You know what? I thought part of being in a relationship...was pretending to enjoy your partner's interests. Do you think I really loved home pickle-making?
For a week, until we became the weird guys who gave everybody pickles. Oh, thank you, Marvin, for inviting us into your lovely home. Here. Would you care for a sack of pickles?