It might have happened to you at the grocery store. You walked down the frozen foods aisle, listlessly glancing from side to side, more browsing than looking for anything specific. Oh, those Reese’s ice cream bars look kinda neat, you might have thought before eventually settling on a more conservative choice like a pint of Häagen-Dazs chocolate. As the inner voices narrating the personal drama of your Wednesday evening played out slowly in your mind like a couple of hamsters on ketamine, someone brushed past you.
You glanced up, barely registering a person in a pink tee shirt and flip flops walking past you.