Time was, grocery store displays were mild, innocuous affairs. In autumn, you could count on a lovely harvest scene. Hay bales. Apples. Pumpkins. And approaching Halloween, perhaps a few friendly, smiling jack-o-lanterns.
But apparently, all that has changed.
My local grocery store has become positively terrifying. I wonder of "Farm Fresh" refers to the apples or to the severed hand resting on them.