They head back to the rear of the store where the mysteries happen, and dad explains that sometimes film stock is so damanged it can't be color corrected, no matter how hard you try.

I love everything about this. The clutter. The signage. The big refridgerated units that have been chuffing all night. The horrible aisle design that made everone bump int everyone else, but on the other hand Hello Marilyn, how are you? Haven't seen you in ages.