“Wait, my hands are full, I can’t talk right now,” the woman said into a cell phone. Leaning over a cart full of groceries, she dropped a couple of boxes of cereal on top of the precarious pile. She still was able to hold her phone and resume her conversation, as she pushed her cart slowly down the center of the aisle. “OK, go on. Now I can talk.”
“Really?” I muttered. I could see…