The sounds of the grocery sound fill the air. Squeaking metal shopping carts, murmurs of customers and employees discussing produce. Faint beeping from the registers, a muffled voice calling over the intercom for Customer Services.

I was a man with a purpose, determined to test out this recipe I had found. I liked cooking. The challenge and methodical steps were satisfying. A way to improve myself within the quiet security of my home.

I glance down at my list, pausing in the aisle as I think of where to go next when a voice asks to move past me.