Anybody else ever feel like an overinflated, out-of-control Thanksgiving balloon in the grocery store? Do all of the carts have bad wheels? Can I really not judge the corners even though I can drive a minivan down a pothole-filled alley with ease?
Today, a woman stepped in front of me to examine flowers and essentially blocked the path for everyone else. Should I tap her on the shoulder? Say "On the left" like a bike rider? Plow into her cart? I chose to squeeze past her, and did I sense annoyance? From the aisle hog?
Other encounters in my 20-minute shopping trip:
A man ran into the back of his wife's ankles with their cart. She exclaimed. He did not respond. I'm going to believe that he didn't hear her.
A woman (not me! for once!) knocked over a dozen containers of fresh-baked (really?) oatmeal raisin cookies. I reached down to help her. She thanked me, and then she accidentally opened one of the containers. She closed it and put them all back.
An argument in the wine section started strong, but he gave into her insistence that they needed something with bubbles.
I made it through my self checkout without incident, and then, the dreaded red light. So close! The machine was out of receipt paper, so, for once, it wasn't me being a grocery store wrecking ball.
