With the growl of hunger in my stomach, I decided to go to the grocery store to shop for food. I arrived at a busy scene of people trying desperately to get their food, and get out as soon as possible. What caught my attention first was the piercing noise of a little sandy haired boy running out of the store as quickly as his chubby little legs could take him. Screaming at the top of his lungs, he cried and passed me by. His tired looking mother was running after him and calling his name, "Tommy, Tommy!" She was barely keeping up with him with her arms full of groceries. Thinking to myself that this is going to be an interesting adventure, I grabbed my cart and started to shop.
             Choosing first to look for some meat, I headed toward the butcher's section. Passing by a finely dressed man in suit and tie, I noticed he was choosing between Velveeta cheese or the Fry's brand. With a satisfied look across his face, he placed the shiny box of Velveeta back on the shelf, and tossed the Fry's brand into his cart. He then picked up his pace and walked down the aisle. I continued on to the meat department and found a nice tender piece of red steak that was rather lean. Looking across the counter, I spied the butcher cutting some pork. His combination of strong arms and his sharp knife easily cut through a half foot strip of bloody meat. As the red juices oozed out the sides, I felt queasy and decided to move along.
             As I turned to go to the bakery section to pick out some bread when a rather large woman dressed in a cheap faded blue dress ran into me. Excusing herself, she quickly grabbed a particularly fatty looking piece of meat and tossed it into her cart. Once in the bakery section, I selected a twelve grain loaf of bread. The aroma of freshly cooked cinnamon buns caught my nose, making me salivate. A portly woman across from me hungrily looking for a piece
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