so I chose the one with the highest fat content, 3.5 percent, then moved on and picked up half a dozen eggs the box said came from “cage-free hens indoors,” prompting me to scan the other kinds to see if there were any from “mistreated hens crammed together in cages,” which didn’t seem to be the case, and so I carried on toward the checkout, along the deserted aisles, between the refrigerated counters and the shelves of shampoo, through a small section of “organic sweets,” then the glitzy inferno of normal sweets, which took up about the same amount of space as the bread.
