I probably should have stopped when i got out of work in Framingham. It’s now 11 pm and I still don’t have the milk my bride asked me to bring home. There’s no way I can walk in empty handed. My options are limited as there are just so many place open from Oxford to Southbridge at this hour. The Honey Farms was my savior. Got a little nervous though when the first door I tried was locked. Was surprisingly busy in spite of the time. The lone employee was quite friendly and way to peppy for me. Perhaps it was just my grumpy self being tired.