I taunted her with pithy cries.
nah, seriously, I looked down the next couple of aisles and saw some kid who worked there and he went and got someone. I don't know why it is but I'm like some kind of obesity magnet, I'm always trapped behind fat people either waddling/sauntering down the middle of the aisle, lurching from side to side like a tramp steamer in heavy seas so that I can't get past them, or behind a fat person in a cart.
usually in my neighborhood there are domestic disputes, yelling, cursing...sometimes people getting busted for distribution. but this was a whole new thing. it sounds funny to use the phrase "mean streets of Columbus Ohio" but its becoming increasingly true.