Matt led the way down the frozen foods aisle at Ukrop’s grocery store, a fist full of coupons as he studied the rows of boxes inside the refrigerated case. He took shopping seriously—he clipped coupons every week, dug through the communal coupon bin in front of the store before he entered to see if anyone had deposited any he needed, and even printed out savings online when he could. Though Ukrop’s was one of the more pricey stores around, he shopped there on Saturdays simply because they were closed on Sundays, and usually marked down items that wouldn’t be as fresh on Monday. He had detailed notes of what he wanted to buy for the Super Bowl party, and the cart Vic pushed along behind him was already overflowing with bottles of soda, large bags of chips, and enough ingredients to make any
