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When I Beautiful woman food shopping in giant there, Chandler was long gone, and the streets smelled of fried rice, lawn clippings, and dog excrement. Rotting sofas lined the sidewalks. The streets, grid-like in daytime, at night seemed twisted and confusing, lined on each side with beaten old cars, running this way and that, but always downhill into the city, and the sodium streetlights illuminated the fog with a weird glow.

There were other supermarkets in town.

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The Giant was not only a source of sustenance, a Mecca of mostly licit trade, but was also a clean well-lighted place. Illuminated at night like an urban supernova, probably discernible from outer space, Beautiful woman food shopping in giant Giant was surrounded by a black hole of a parking lot in which decade-old American cars leaked vital fluids in silence while shadow people materialized between them to beg for money.

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The parking lot was bordered with a black iron fence ostensibly to keep out crime. On the sidewalk beyond the fence, under the orange glow of the streetlights on Sunset, women in skirts of lime green, orange, or bright hsopping paced back and forth, twirling tiny purses with impatience.

When I looked at them, they would call out to me: Got a car?

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Each had a yellow plastic flap with the Giant logo. Some were missing wheels altogether. This was back before supermarkets had inventory controls on the carts to keep them in the lot.

The carts of the Giant were a form of neighborhood largess to be borrowed as needed by street people for lengthy tours all around town. I saw them on side streets and vacant lots as far away as Silverlake.

They shoppinv kept outside the door, where the light from the store glittered off their filthy chrome with a dark brilliance. Once I selected my cart, I pushed it toward the entrance, and the doors opened to greet me, which, though impersonal and automatic, somehow always made me feel a little better. Inside, the Giant was a wonderful cathedral of light and commerce.

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My cart and I had that in common.

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I sat there for a moment. Outside the window, against the horizon of West Los Angeles, a solitary palm tree stood in slender profile against a brown blue sky. It was still morning. For some reason, I looked down at his hands and I noticed for the first time how neat his nails were. He must get manicures, I thought. At the Giant, there was no thought of the past, no concern for the future, only the satisfaction of filling our carts. I guess it was the wrong question because his face took Beautiful woman food shopping in giant a sad expression.

He pursed his lips with disappointment as though he had just found a stain on his tie that might require special attention at the dry cleaners. I always started out in the section identified by the large scripted sign as PRODUCEeven though at the time most vegetables held only an academic interest for me.

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While the employed slept moneyed dreams, I walked the aisles under that gorgeous white light, pondering the gentle smile of the Quaker Oats man. I admired Mr. Peanut with his white spats and monocled gaze.

I was pleased at the black man offering the bowl of Cream of Wheat with the whiffs of steam rising off. I was drawn to promises. I would pick up boxes of pancake mix, feel the heft of their contents, and read their labels.

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I tried not to think of the world outside. I rolled my cart with its halting gait on the smooth bright floors of the Giant, unconscious of the passage of time.

I knew that when I woke up the next day, the sun would come in through the blinds, and outside the night would have disappeared as if it never had been.

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The fog was thick, and in wokan distance, there were always the twirling spotlights of a premiere. The lights were barely visible in the hills. Around me, the parking lot had emptied.

I walked slowly toward my car. The parking-lot lights were smeared by fog. I pushed my cart alongside my car and unloaded it.

I looked around to see if anybody was watching. If nobody was, I would shove it as hard as I could across the lot.