Alright, the grocery store. You’re trying to navigate, right? It’s a flow, a rhythm. And then you see them. The cart-blockers. People who park their entire oversized cart directly in the middle of the aisle, usually while staring intently at a jar of pickles, as if solving the riddle of the Sphinx. They’re just standing there! Oblivious! And you’re trying to get past, you do the little head tilt, the ‘excuse me’ murmur. And they look up, startled, like you’ve just interrupted their deep philosophical meditation on the merits of dill versus bread-and-butter. It’s not a parking lot, people! It’s a thoroughfare! Keep it moving! It’s a race against time, and these people are just doing tai chi in the express lane.
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