“One couple got in my way no less than four times — and that was just in the produce section” I totally relate. I had gone to the store once on a Sunday at 11 a.m., and it was as if somebody was giving away free money, it was so crowded. I kept running into the same woman in different aisles of the store and she began to acquire a worried look on her face. I felt like some horrible stalker and I became uncomfortable enough to hurriedly go through the checkout and flee the store before the woman calls somebody. I used to work the night shift and I can get to the market by 8 a.m., hardly anyone is there, that was great. Thanks for the fun read Mary!