i am midway through bagging my stuff in the self-service aisle when along comes another shopper who ignores the empty aisles on either side of us and proceeds to ring up his purchases onto mine. just as well for him that i do not bag his groceries and make off with them, as he clearly does not look three feet in front of his nose.
in the parking lot i find that another car is parked so intimately close to mine that my trunk door can only coyly peep open, mandating a series of heroic contortions on my part in order to load a week's worth of groceries.
and, as i drive off, i am privy to the ghastly sight of an elderly woman nonchalantly depositing a load of mucoid liquid per os onto the sidewalk. it almost inspires an emetic reaction from me.
on the other hand, i have a lovely transatlantic conversation this morning that reminds me of blessings that are mine, with ten thousand besides.
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