She walked slowly,  strolled, to be exact, ensconced in conversation, one hand holding cell phone to ear, while her free hand pushed the cart at a painfully sluggish pace.  I could not get around her, because she walked too closely to the middle of the aisle.  My "Excuse me's" went ignored, as she babbled away, stopping every few feet to inspect an end cap display of oversized beach towels or outdoor patio condiment holders.    My three children are restless.  I have lured them here on a sunny weekday afternoon with the promise of sampling the coveted tortellini in pesto … Continue reading →