“I know everything” the small blond haired child boasted. I walked quickly by the cart, smashing my self between a rack of cereal and an old couple who were bickering about which kind of tomato sauce they had been buying for the last twenty years. As I head to the dairy section, I spy three small children all smashed in to a shopping cart the youngest by the look of him stands up and promptly falls over hitting the hard tile floor his mother rushes to sooth him as I turn the corner. “What do you mean….” a cranky woman snaps in to her cell phone as she stomps away. After braving the deli and almost getting run over by an over-excited father I make to the check-out lane and listen to the cashiers horrid life and pausing at the exit door take a deep breath and brave the parking lot.