Apparently it was "yogurt discount day" yesterday. As I pore over the available offerings, two women, apparently friends shopping together, approach from opposite sides of me, each with her own shopping cart.
I hear the first woman ask the young man stocking the shelves, "where is the yogurt that's on sale?" He attempts to help her, but you could tell early on that there would be no satisfying this customer on this day. I don't know what choice she settles on, but clearly she feels slighted.
I hear the second woman say towards me, "I don't want to box you in," for which I am grateful. There is already a cart behind me from which the young man is stocking the shelves, so with woman A to my left, and woman B to my right, being boxed in was a definite possibility. I was pleasantly surprised that woman B was even aware of the possibility, as most are usually not, but my surprise was short-lived. Even after declaring her intent, woman B had done just that. She had boxed me in. As I turn towards her, there is that hopeful moment of potential recognition... that potential for a "oops I did it anyways" and a smiling retreat... aaahhh my naivete. As I glance down towards the stocking cart to my right, then back down towards woman B's cart, essentially conveying my predicament without words, woman B begins to express her exasperation at my needing her to back up the 3 steps necessary to free me from the situation. And my goodness, did those 3 steps take their own sweet time.
So thank you, woman B, for being so socially aware as to recognize the situation, and to avoid such a predicament, making the day just a bit easier for all involved. Thank you, woman B, for "not boxing me in." I appreciate it.
Have a nice day.
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