There's hardly anyone at the store at 2:30 a.m. on a Tuesday.
I was there, picking up cold medicine for Eric; Lyman was there, buying flowers and goodies for his wife; the paramedics were there, picking up a woman whose problems weren't immediately apparent but was at least conscious when they wheeled her out; the stockers were there, buying snacks on their lunch break (will someone tell the young men of the world they need more than Mountain Dew and Doritos to sustain them during their shifts?); and a tired cashier was there, ringing people up.
Except for running into Lyman, it was a pretty sad trip to the grocery store.