She zipped from the leafy greens to the citrus, where she paused for 70 seconds to honor her device, then slipped from the citrus to the potatoes and onions, where again she bowed her head. Produce to dairy, back to produce; to soups and canned meats, back to dairy—on and on like this, squatting in prime Safeway real estate a minute at a time. The other Safeway shoppers sidestepped her or took detours. I found her cart blocking the tuna cans; as I reached for the StarKist, I read a sheet of paper in her cart: “Instacart Do Not Touch” written in Sharpie. She was working, and this was business. The rest of us were just running an errand.
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