As the masked marauder, I start my mission. It is 7:00 a.m., not my favorite time of day. No time to do more than wipe the sleep from my eyes and drive to my destination. Gloves on, I enter the sanctum and accept the cart from the faceless attendant at the door. Last week I was late and had to wait, 6 feet behind 4 other unidentifiable creatures. Once inside, I head directly to what I need. Empty shelves! Determined not to fail, I race to the meat section. Success! One lone package of ground chuck is mine!
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