Decisions, decisions . . .

During these days leading up to the I-ate-too-much holiday, supermarkets are narrowing the aisles with additional displays of timely, tempting, goodibles: money-making, edible, goods. There wasn't much room to maneuver the grocery cart on those days before all the extras were shoehorned in. Now, if one encounters a shopper who has been entranced by an item's special display and who parks the cart haphazardly, indoor gridlock becomes possible.

It can be unfortunate when the haphazard shopper is traversing the aisles in the opposite direction of the one being traveled by the more aware, sensible shopper. One can encounter that haphazard shopper at almost every turning unless, being willing to forego a whole aisle, the smart shopper skips ahead of the dawdler.

For the rest of this month, I hope to avoid making any more trips to a supermarket of any sort. But you never know . . . and there's always Black Friday. That, however, is gridlock on an entirely different scale . . .