My exciting life.

I woke up in the middle of the night feeling nauseated. I haven't thrown up in a long time, but I thought I might last night. I wasn't feeling super this morning, either, but I got up and went to the doctor's for my regular blood-work.
On the way home, I stopped at the grocery store for a few items. While I was in the checkout line I noticed something odd about the woman in front of me. She had a full size shopping cart (this store also has what I refer to as "bachelor carts"), but the only thing in the basket was a small frozen pizza. She put this on the conveyor. Underneath the cart, however, was a loaf of garlic bread. Now, I was wondering if she had forgotten about the bread ,or was stealing it. Why would you have one small item in your huge, otherwise empty, cart, and one small item on the bottom rack? The space underneath the basket is usually reserved for heavy items, like cases of water or big bags of dog food, or it's used when the cart is over-flowing. Then I thought, "Gee, what a stupid thing to steal." I mean, if you're going to steal, get a nice pack of steaks. I almost said something ("Ma'am, I think you have forgotten about your bread."), but then I noticed how she was paying for the pizza: she counted out change - dimes, nickles and pennies. So, I'm thinking that she was poor and desperate - although, I must say, she didn't look as if she were starving... (I'm one to talk!)
We were in the line run by the young cashier who lost a lot of weight, a couple of years ago, and has yet to figure out how to purchase a bra that fits her correctly (she still has prominent, although sagging, breasts). She always tries to do everything at the speed of light, while hardly acknowledging the customer, making a lot of mistakes, and not really paying much attention to things going on under her nose. Sure enough, the woman walked out of the store with her stolen bread. Now, I'm fascinated by this whole scene being played out in front of me. I watch her through the window as she pushes her cart toward her car. (Why would you need a cart for a small frozen pizza?) Maybe someone else left the bread in the cart and she hadn't noticed it - I'm all about the benefit of a doubt - but she opens her trunk and reaches under the cart to grab the bread. And here's the thing: I was feeling sorry for her, because of her counting out change, and the desperate act of stealing bread (!), but she was driving a very nice late model SUV.
When I got home I realized how engrossed I had been. I had left my eggs on the counter and had to go back to the store to retrieve them. Hey, eggs are like $3 a dozen now!