You went shopping for groceries, pulling to the next isle, isle 8, it was crowed with carts and people. You sighed anxiously, leaving your cart beside the entrance, slithering past people to get to the bread. — Before you started walking, a Walmart worker had boxes on a blue cart. He grabbed a few at a time, cutting the wrapper and walking to put them in the refrigerator across from him. He paused, backing up as he seen you walking, letting you pass. — “I’m sorry.” You mutter, passing by to get to the bread, you can hear him behind you. His voice was calm and sweet. “You’re alright.” — You finally got your groceries, moving to the checkouts. You see the same worker pass by the checkouts. You were currently at checkout 2.