If you go to the grocery store at 1:30am, they're restocking the toilet paper and pasta. Grab them fresh off the palette. You want the 16-roll pack but the box of those is still shrink-wrapped on the bottom of the palette. You settle for four.
Only one checkout is open but the line is short. The self-checkout is closed. Each of your items is picked up off the conveyor by the lady, scanned, then passed back to you to place it in your bag. Right before she scans your first item she's dramatically wipes her nose with her bare hand. You wince. Two white emo girls behind you in line are buying alcohol and talking to each other in Korean.
Tomorrow it will rain and you'll consider resubscribing to Netflix.