I’m headed toward the self-checkout when I see a woman in a long, elaborate dress swan toward me. “Swanning” is the only way she can move in this costume, with a train shushing around her on the not-quite-clean grocery store floor. Suddenly, she’s pivoting and turning back.
“What did you need help with?”
Her dress moves with her. Someone’s having trouble with their scanner. Someone always is.
I wonder how she’ll deal with this all day, and why anyone would want to.