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He stands at the supermarket checkout, wingeing. His balding head shines and his white shirt moves as he slings his shopping into the trolley. The cashier and I exchange a glance of exasperation as he witters.
She smiles as she puts my goods through the scanner, striking up a cheerful conversation. I immediately smile back, my day brightened by her sunny friendliness.
He reaches out to their purchases, slowly gliding towards the cashier. He puts the pot on the bottom, then the plastic bags of vegetables on top. He leans the crisp packets against this on three sides. A pyramid of comestibles.