One grocery aisle over, something heavy hit the floor with a boom. Glass broke, liquid spilled. The store was buzzing with Sunday afternoon shoppers and the aisles were crowded. Thanksgiving Eve crowded or night before a storm crowded. So the silence that fell, after the sound of…I don’t know…a loaded grocery cart tipping over, was just as interesting as the crash.

I was expecting to hear voices. Either an “Are you all right?” or a “Help!” or “How did that entire shelf fall!?” Something. Some kind of panic or scurrying, people moving into action. Oddly, there was just silence. And then whispering. And then nothing. Not even someone in charge, redirecting traffic. Someone in an apron, saying, “Keep moving. There’s nothing to see here.”

Of course I had to push my cart to the end of my aisle and find out what happened. Was someone on the ground? Was someone buried under a shelf of applesauce jars? Surely, someone would break the silence and announce: “Clean up in aisle 6”.  Something. But there was just silence, which added to the intrigue...[more HERE]

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