The place: Trader Joe’s, Silver Lake
The time: Tuesday night, 7pm
The situation: Nothing. I mean, literally, nothing. The TJ was almost completely bereft of product. Vast expanses of open shelf greeted dewildered customers, who wandered in circles pushing their forlorn carts, muttering under their breath about the lack of frozen tamales and plastic boxes of apples.
Wilco Tango Foxtrot?