A few years back, the SO and I went to our local grocer for our weekly resupply. As we leave the car, we notice a giant heffalump waddling the last 5' into the doors. Of course, we still end up having to wait for it to clear the double doors, despite the need to make our way across a parking lot. The smell was awful.  Being poor college kids in need of sustenance, we go straight to the produce aisle.  We'll be safe in this aisle.  we were.