Okay. So I spent two minutes maybe even a bit less at Stop & Shop. Run in, run out. Apparently, Dad thought it was just a fine idea to have his daughter rifle through grocery bags to find her special treat right in the middle of the exit. Not before the exit door so you could sneak by, and not just outside the door. No, right in where the door is. Wow.

So, I walk past that scene and headed into the women’s room. It was a long drive home after that large cup of coffee. So, what do I spy coming out of the stall next to me, as she saddles up at the sink next to me? A fingertip washer. And, she dons the Stop & Shop smock and Stop & Shop shirt. I don’t have time to follow her to see where she works exactly. Hopefully it’s not the deli or the bakery. Wish I didn’t have that coffee. These two minutes have been unnecessary stress.