Cleanup On Aisle 9

Went to the grocery store last night. Big mistake on a Saturday evening. Hoards of children grazing on the free pizza samples and synthetic-looking sausages links. Glazed-eyed men wondering aimlessly up and down aisles clutching little lists given them by absent spouses. Bag-boys flirting with cashiers twice their age and three-times their IQ. A microcosm of social misadventure wedged helplessly between yesterday's ground beef marked down to sell quickly and the not-quite-ripe melons overpriced because they are the first of the season.