I'm amazed at how often I frequent one aisle for one product only to find a lorn individual standing in the way of the singular thing I covet. Or, they block the whole aisle with their cart and their vacuous, thousand-mile stare. As if the neural connection of desire and product has disappeared, leaving only one drooling fool. It's obvious you wish to physically move beyond their synaptic void. However, they're inured to your plight. They don't even know your there, despite frequent excuse me's. Their whole world having been reduced to indecision by the myriad choices.
---Shrike