I swerved across a blog written by a woman who had spent the early part of her life queuing-up in Communist Bulgaria.
She wrote of the one day each month that the Glorious State Central Planners would send her village their allocation of menstrual pads for the local pharmacy. All of the women would have to line up early in the morning and kill basically half a day to get their allotment of this necessary item.
Except that the Glorious State Central Planners allocated only one package of 10 per woman. Which was not enough for the average woman to make it through the month. A fact which appeared to have utterly evaded the bureaucracy.
So she described how they’d all go back home, don various wigs and disguises, and get back in the line hoping to double-dip. Even if successful it killed the rest of your day.
That’s EXACTLY what I do at WalMart for 22lr.