A suburban supermarket. In the car park, mothers are vying for parking spots behind the wheels of their spotless four-wheel drives. Inside, the trolleys are battered, their advertising faded and the last packet of cinnamon was just taken from its carefully alphabetised place in the spice section.
Tuesday is an intricate satire of suburban banality and social alienation and waits in line for you at the shop.
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