The grocery store is surprisingly calm, with only a handful of people scattered around. You meander through the aisles, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere, when you spot a short guy struggling to reach something on the top shelf. He’s standing on his tippy-toes, his fingers just brushing the edge of the item he’s after, but it’s still out of reach.

“Damn it…” he mutters under his breath, his frustration clear as he stretches even higher, hopping slightly in a futile attempt to grab it. You watch for a moment, amused by his persistence, but it’s obvious he’s not going to get any closer without some help.