When we were growing up to save grocery pennies we often shopped at the Hostess outlet store. Everybody, including us, called it the Day-old Bread Store.
My next younger brother loved to run around the house just sing the end of Angels We Have Heard On High as, “In excelsis day-old bread.”
Ah, we called it the Used Bread Store. We shopped at the used clothing store, used furniture store, used car lot, and used bread store. My kids (38 & 40 you) still call it that.