browsing the meat market

Donny may have speculated, but my teammates and I unwittingly walked into singles’ night at a Milwaukee grocery. Young and old people alike wandered the store wearing numbered name tags, some stopping to take part in the frozen turkey bowling, some congregating around the firemen handing out prizes. To be in a grocery store after closing is already a bit disconcerting, but to be there while strangers are playing Twister with each other in the frozen food aisle makes you want to grab your Gatorade and run like the dickens.