By the time Dorothy made it to a checkout line, twenty worried shoppers deep, all she’d been able to scavenge into her shopping bags were two cans of chopped clams, a jar of instant decaf, a package of tofu, extra firm, and three loaves of dark pumpernickel on clearance. Evidently urban Seattleites would rather starve or wait for the Red Cross to open a mobile kitchen than eat a loaf of stale bread labeled Dark Pump.
Okay, this is kind of funny.
