It's 6 p.m., a busy time at the grocery. Everyone's getting off work, picking up last minute ingredients for dinner, prolonging those last, precious few minutes before they have to go home and suffer the company of their families. It's the best time to do what I do. If you watch closely people reveal their secrets at the grocery store. Take the guy in the frozen foods aisle - his wife just left him. They were perimeter shoppers - fresh, unprocessed foods only - until last month. He started coming in alone and heading straight for the TV dinners. Or the elderly couple in aisle 3 - their basket full of canned soup and bargain bin pasta means they've been cleaned out by their oldest son again. He's a real piece of work; comes in with old woman from time to time, always selling her on his latest 'big break'. Asshole. And then there's the olive chick in the cereal aisle, the one who's having the affair, another regular....
learning to refocus