I was grocery shopping earlier in the week. Tired, in my writer brain which meant my tenure on reality was a little blurred. In a hurry, as I hate shopping. I’m rushing up the aisle with the boys trailing behind me when the display at the end has me slam on the brakes. I stare. Again, writer brain going on.

We’re in front of the self checkout and there’s a cashier standing happily by the display. She sees me staring. I probably look really lost as I’d gotten abruptly whisked away into some daydreaming. She smiles, and cheerfully asks :

“Can I help you find something?”

Uh, yea. I pointed to the movie display before me and answered: “Superman.”

She did not know how to respond to that.

Think I embarrased the crap out of the boys.