Scarcity at the Supermarché

Scene: The Supermarché in Upper Northwest. Cleaning products aisle. The shelves are bare. An EMPLOYEE works stocking the shelves. ME slowly pushes empty cart down the aisle.

Employee: What are you looking for?

Me: (with resignation) Rubbing alcohol…

The EMPLOYEE pulls out two mysterious packages.

Employee: Let me give you these. These (he gestures at the packets of sanitizing wipes) You’ll never see these on the shelf. Because I put out ten boxes and then someone comes by with their cart and they buy all 10. I don’t think that’s fair, do you?