I was that person at Shaws today.

I stopped at Shaws on my way home from dance tonight, knowing that if I waited until AFTER I got home and ate dinner that I just wouldn't want to go. I stocked up on the usual: pasta sauce, linguini, milk, eggs, organic apples, frozen broccoli, eight boxes of sugar, and four pounds of butter (I'd tell you why, but some of my assistants might be reading this, and they won't know why until TOMORROW). Well it all added up, as I'm parading the isles trying to find everything I need, so I don't have to go back out tonight. I got to the checkout, and it's pretty busy. I found a good spot to wait in line where there was only one person in front of me. Great. Soon enough, it's time for me to start unloading my carriage onto the conveyor belt. I quickly finish, and put the thing at the end of my groceries that separates your goods from your neighbor's. I then waited for the person in front of me to finish up bagging, and while doing so, notice not one, not two, but really SEVERAL people glance in my direction. You know, they're the people scouting out the checkout lines, trying to figure out which line to choose so they can get the hell out of there. NO ONE wanted to get in line behind me. You know those people. You've been one of those people. I didn't even have that much. Was it all the sugar? Or other from-scratch baking supplies? I will never know.