“What are you doing?”

“Shhh.” He didn’t know who the child was. People here really did let their children just run all over the store. It used to bother him, but he had long since stopped caring much about it.

Except for right now, as he was trying to focus.

“You’ve been standing there forever,” the little girl said. “What are you doing?”

He didn’t look down at her. He didn’t tear his eyes away. “Deciding.”

“Uh?”

“Between sea salt and sour cream and onion. This is very important.”

She stared between him and his two chip choices. “You’re weird,” she proclaimed, then ran away.