witching hour at the supermarket

The store was open for another two hours, but with the clock nearing 10:00 p.m. on a Thursday, the aisles were becoming more and more deserted. Bread looked especially forlorn; was it fresh for the next day, or day-old from the previous? The fish counter was empty, even of ice. Two supermarket employees briskly whisked away last week’s specials as shoppers looked on, perplexed; were the sale prices still good?
In the freezer aisle, two women stared at the overwhelming amount of Edy’s Slow-Churned ice cream, marked down from $5.79 to $2.99. Clearly, neither would walk away empty handed when faced with such a bargain, but they shrugged their shoulders at each other and laughed, unsure of which flavor to pick.

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