Stopping by Costco on a snowy evening

Whose mall this is I think I know.
Their money is in the market though;
They will not see me stopping here
To watch the parking lot fill up with snow.
My co-workers must think it queer
To stop outside core hours here
Between the mall and the interstate
The darkest evening of the year.
They give their car keys a shake
To remind me, in case there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of H-VAC wind and traffic's shake.
The stores are full of products stacked in heaps,
But I have deadlines to meet,
And files to proof before release,
And files to proof before release.


- With abject apologies to Robert Frost