You run into a woman who you think lives at this store. She’s always going through things and seems to be having a good time doing it.  She hums. She’s pudgy.  You like her a lot.

You both end up in petfood aisle. She has a cat. So do you. You talk about how picky eaters your cats are. There’s not stopping them, you both agree, and laugh.

You want to get to know her more. She mentions a daughter named Kaley. She has a real life, this happy woman.

You don’t want to ruin it by entering it. I do that sometimes. I come in and mess things up. Not on purpose. But sometimes.