he saw me...

Drawing: Anya Toomre

Stuck between beef jerky and a bunker of frozen seafood…

I took note of a woman with a half-full cart who was pondering an end cap’s selection of tortilla shells. Even though she had politely tucked up close to the shelving, an errant empty cart protruded into the aisle and blocked my passage to dairy.

While I paused to consider my options of interrupting taco night deliberations, squeezing around my own cart to re-position the empty cart, or reversing and re-routing my way to the half & half — Which of the muses demands cream in her coffee? — a bearded man walking against the grain noticed my predicament. With a smile and a wink he cleared my path.

So often it is the littlest things…