"I'm sorry. Did you say something?"
And I survived anyway.
By Friday, I was much recovered and ventured to the grocery store. I had a shopping list, and that shock alone should have killed me. I also had a time limit and was running a bit shy, but I knew the express lines for 12 items or less are fast.
So don't ask me why I had 33 items in my cart, but I did. Things were fine until I rounded aisle 10 and ran smack-dab right into the end of another cart. I was to blame. I was on the wrong side of the road. If the grocery store had a traffic cop, I would have gotten the ticket and maybe a ride to the station.
I apologized! The other
driver shopper was very nice and we went our separate ways. I berated myself for the length of the aisle and rounded the corner --
only to be stuck head-on by the same woman. I assume no blame for that one.
But I did quickly unload most of my items so I could get into the express line and out of that store before the news stations showed up to profile me.
I don't know if I can shop there again.