A Lesson on Cutting in Line

I twirled to the end of the aisle, where the man shuffled in his black tennis shoes, and I sailed around him like a lightning bolt. I lingered in the next aisle and finally grabbed a bottle of shampoo. My inner child then took me to the candy aisle, and I found myself holding a bag of caramel and cinnamon candy, a brand I love. A tasty flavor I adore. So I proceeded to the front of the store,…