I see it. Wednesday night. 10-20 church busses lined top to bottom with elderly church goers all dressed head to toe. Busses pack the front of Walmart, taking as much pedestrian space as possible. They descend, 5, 10, 20 pouring out of busses single file, all towards the carts. A cart for each family member. Heads of the family form packs leading the charge to the produce aisle, lettuce, spring mix, strawberries, blueberries. A dropped watermelon rolls, crushed under 100s dress shoes. As they scout, prod and overrun the other isles many late night shoppers are either crushed by the wave or pushed ashore. By the time a manager notices the line of dirty, stoic shoppers, carts filled over the top with items. He calls the police but by the time they arrive, all the buses are spirited away. Parking lot littered by carts. Shelves empty, unlikely to be restocked in such hard times. And the mystery never to be solved