The irony of it all is that we're in the market now at the same time as most college students, but when we were in college i don't ever remember shopping so late. Who knew having kids would make us hip shoppers?
Shopping so late is not always a picnic (just ask Lindsay), but then again what does that even mean? Not many things are like a picnic (again just ask Lindsay). In any case, of all things metaphorically similar to a picnic, late night market exploring is often a vague match at best.
You'll miss out though, if you never do find yorself in the market when everyone else has gone home. When you're one of the few souls with nothing more pressing to do after-hours than shop, you'll find you can explore the market in impossible-to-the-daytime ways.
Like having the opportunity to stand over the spinach bin for minutes on end—uninterrupted—and just amaze at the beauty of it all.
Or find out that Lobsters sleep and that some sleep lounged out like a cat.
Or at the very least explore every beverage option and in the end find out Coconut water is absolutely worth dumping out the side of the truck as you drive out of the parking lot at 11pm.
The world is full of new wonders every new day, and several are found in the market place in the dark.
P.S. Despite Blogger's insistence that I wrote this post (see below), in all reality Patrick deserves the credit. I (Lindsay) only contributed the post script. Thank you very much.
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