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May 3, 2008
My plans for the evening had fallen apart, and I couldn't bear the thought of staying in all night. I wasn't about to go out for a beer or coffee by myself, and the only thing I could think of was to go grocery shopping.

I found the store almost empty. The other alienated, unlovable eccentrics of the city had also chosen to come out and wander the aisles in search of crackers and soda to fuel their meaningless lives.

Cashiers working this shift are exposed to secondhand despair, and probably need to drink a lot when they get home.