One day, I found myself at a super market. Actually a hyper market. You know, the kind of place where you go for 4 items and come out with 50, most of which you never needed in the first place. The vegetable and fruit weighing sections are generally the most crowded , with everyone clamoring to get their packets weighed and stamped, to be billed later.
So there I was , minding my business, selecting the vegetables and fruits, putting them into packets and throwing them into the cart. That's when I noticed, or rather, sensed him. A guy looking at me intently. I look at him too, and move away.
I wheel my cart over to the soap section, because as usual, there is stuff that needed to be bought a week back. I see the same man again at the end of the lane, looking around as if searching for someone. "That's strange" I think to myself "Could he be following me?"
Taking tips from all those TV shows, I swerve through alternate lanes, when I see him again on the opposite end. He catches sight of me and walks purposefully towards me. Annoyed and a bit alarmed by the unwelcome attention, I start walking to the billing counter, when a thought strikes me and I stop midway.
"Hold on" I think to myself, "Why am I slinking away? He really needs to be put in his place. Some nerve he has, following me around."
I have enough practice, giving people a piece of my mind, thanks to the teen brigade at home. Compared o them, this should be a piece of cake.
So I turn around, just in time to see him approaching me. I put on my best scowl, and rehearse a few sharp sarcastic lines, and get ready to snap at him.
That's when he says " Ma'am, can I please have my cart back?!
Uhoh! His cart?!
A perfect "Mother Earth please swallow me right now" moment.
I look at the cart and realise that I've left mine back at the vegetable section and have been wheeling his all over. I push his cart towards him. Red faced and sheepish, I manage to squeak out an "Ohhh I'm soooo sorryyy!" to no one in particular, considering that the annoyed gentleman is walking away as fast as he can. Of course he needn't have clutched the handle bar of his cart so tightly. As if I'd grab it now!
Ah well, it's been just another day at the supermarket!
So there I was , minding my business, selecting the vegetables and fruits, putting them into packets and throwing them into the cart. That's when I noticed, or rather, sensed him. A guy looking at me intently. I look at him too, and move away.
I wheel my cart over to the soap section, because as usual, there is stuff that needed to be bought a week back. I see the same man again at the end of the lane, looking around as if searching for someone. "That's strange" I think to myself "Could he be following me?"
Taking tips from all those TV shows, I swerve through alternate lanes, when I see him again on the opposite end. He catches sight of me and walks purposefully towards me. Annoyed and a bit alarmed by the unwelcome attention, I start walking to the billing counter, when a thought strikes me and I stop midway.
"Hold on" I think to myself, "Why am I slinking away? He really needs to be put in his place. Some nerve he has, following me around."
I have enough practice, giving people a piece of my mind, thanks to the teen brigade at home. Compared o them, this should be a piece of cake.
So I turn around, just in time to see him approaching me. I put on my best scowl, and rehearse a few sharp sarcastic lines, and get ready to snap at him.
That's when he says " Ma'am, can I please have my cart back?!
Uhoh! His cart?!
A perfect "Mother Earth please swallow me right now" moment.
I look at the cart and realise that I've left mine back at the vegetable section and have been wheeling his all over. I push his cart towards him. Red faced and sheepish, I manage to squeak out an "Ohhh I'm soooo sorryyy!" to no one in particular, considering that the annoyed gentleman is walking away as fast as he can. Of course he needn't have clutched the handle bar of his cart so tightly. As if I'd grab it now!
Ah well, it's been just another day at the supermarket!
