“Excuse me? Miss? Excuse me? Can I get through?”
What an idiot I must have looked, standing in the middle of the pasta sauce aisle at Coles, staring at jars like I was on something psychedelic.
Once I realised a very kind yet aging woman was trying to get past me, I wondered how long she had patiently waited for me to move.
Or make a…
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