Just as I was about to push my cart to your checkout stand and win you over with witty banter, an unattractive bleach blonde woman in her mid forties aggresively cut in front of me and proceeded to overwhelm you with dialog about vomit (?). I heard her say, And I don't really want to see what you had to eat today. I, regretfully, allowed her inappropriate antics and took the next available checkout clerk. He was pleasant, but I was left dreaming about what might have been between us.