I used to buy my bread from the shopping center like the ones that have giant car-parks. I don't eat bread often but when i do i'm on the look out for any suspecting spores, mold that kind of thing. Anyway i noticed one time, once a few weeks had past that to my suprise my bread was entirely un-inhabited. Like a barren landscape. Although much of the moisture had managed to escape it's polythene enclosure. i thought to myself 'if mold won't feed itself on this stuff what the hell am i going to get out it?' So i decide to return it an explain to the shop-person who probably dreams in bleeps and reads the bar codes on everything that there must be something missing like some nutritional content. I was told that since i'd made the purchase three weeks prior a refund wasn't justified and that i'd just wasted my time coming here to walk probably further than you would to a corner shop to commandeer a huge trolley that you fill up with endless things you don't want don't, need and can't afford then have an argument with whoever you're with because the whole experience is beginning to destroy you and then you queue up behind a line of similarly soul-damaged people. And then a poor unfortunate kid or near-old-age pensioner stacking shelves who doesn't want to hear you say anything is obliged to ask you if you have a club card and if you want cashback, and you say 'yes please I'll have the fucking lot back thank you very much and you can keep all this rubbish in my trolley and I'll go forage and kill the cow myself! And if you don't say that then you have to cart it all the way back to your car and load it up in the boot and