Milky Way Food-Mart

The food-mart's sterile lights almost blind you as you enter. Shelves and displays line the shop, scientifically and statistically arranged to maximize customer interaction with the products. Colourful goods sit on the shelves, each fighting against each other to catch your attention. High-density dehydrated pork rinds, homogenized split-pea loaf with added high fructose corn syrup, pina-colada flavoured pizza bites, 'jalapeno' 95% insect meat protein bars, puffed rice risotto in a cup (just add rice and cup!), moon dried tomatoes in brine, oil-pressed quinoa chips with real 'blobfish' flavour, Disney Star Wars LVII branded enema kits (family sized pack!), ultra-sonic ear swabs, constipation-relief-and-hair-shampoo-all-in-one period pads, fried chicken toothpaste with real bitz, instant-whore make-up kits, back to school bulletproof backpacks, stationary and moveary- and a whole boatload more, but if you stay here much longer looking at corporate products your eyes might melt. This is why you prefer delivery- you don't have to think about what to buy, they buy things for you!

At the back is the check-out, behind lazer-proof glass and several security turrets. There's no way you'd ever get in there- corps take the security of their assets more seriously than the Earth navy does of its tactical nuclear weapons.

There's not much here that would be useful to you, unless a can of Surströmming or durian deodorant can bring everything back to normal again.