I didn’t ask the Giant next to the display of gummy bears. I kept moving, looking for the quartered chicken, the hummus and the bottle of Witch Hazel.
I found them and checked them out. I paid. Dearly.
Sufficiently priced, all of it, including the knockwurst.
The lettuce came softly and played some music while I slept through the checkout line.  Checkout isn’t what it’s used to be. I don’t see kids tortured by the candy display.

They are on their phones, playing games.

The Lettuce’s last words: “I come here only for the sheerness of it, the wilt thou or won’t though of Lettuce speak clearly until our throats tickle.”