Once, I was lining up at one of those huge supermarkets and the guy next to me said, "You can't pay at this checkout. Your cart is spilling out with groceries. You'd better find out where the right one is, or check it out if you don't believe me. But get out of line quickly; you're running out of time. The supermarket is about to close.

I turned around and frowned at him in confusion. "What?" After so many "outs" that was all I could say.

The guy gave me an uncomfortable look, hesitating whether to continue calling me out or just get out of line and walk away.

I looked back at my phone and scrolled up and down without saying a word.

"You have another option, though," he said, grinning weirdly at me.

"Are you talking to me?" I replied.

"Yes," he said, his patience running out. "You can also take out some of your items.

"And where should I put them, in your cart?" I thought he was going to burst into flames, but it turned out that he just blurted out, "Try it out."

"But then you'll have too many items in your cart!" I said, all stressed out.

"Don't worry, go ahead. I'll figure something out," he said, nodding and shaking his head.

"Okay,” I said hesitantly as I sorted out the items. "Do you like spinach?"

"Not really, can I pick them out myself?"

"Well, yeah, if that's what you want" I said, throwing a bunch of spinach at him, "and pick out the watermelon too. Though I don't think you can pull it out."

"Really?" he said.

"Come on, don't chicken out..."

"Okay," he said, taking the greens out of my cart. So there you go. I hope this is going to work out."

"I'm sure it will," I said with a smirk. "Thanks for not backing out and for helping me out."

"No problem. Anything to avoid sweating it out."