Unsupervised
My wife hesitates whenever I am at the store by myself for one of two reasons.Reason one: I get distracted very easily and have a tendency to buy on impulse, typically prefaced with a "Ooh! That's cool" or "Hey! What's this?" In my defense, a lot of it is food, and I happen to be quite the chef as I have stated before.The second reason: I have a little habit of unintentionally adopting little old ladies.I do not know what it is, be it my (un)friendly disposition that makes cacti seem less prickly or maybe years of living has developed a super sense that I used to work with seniors. I used to work as a CNA/CMA until I found a fulltime writing job.Whatever the reason is, these encounters with the grannies of the universe tend to happen in the bread aisle.My most recent meet-cute with this particularly lady happened over rye.I happened to be grabbing a loaf of marbled rye myself for post-roast corned beef dinner sandwiches, when this little 5'2 woman muttered up to me, "Could you get me one, too, please?"I obliged without hesitation, wondering if it was going it happen again.It did.