You know the line I mean.
But I digress. I was there using the self-checkout, which isn't as easy as it appears because if you have vegetables, there's no barcode on them. You have to look them up and then let the machine weigh them if they're sold by the pound. If they aren't, you have to punch in the number of them that you have.
Anyway, things were going pretty smoothly, so I wondered when the woman at the next station was staring at me. I hadn't made any blunders that I was aware of. I hadn't set off any alarms. I wasn't trying to sneak out without scanning the bread or the milk.
I ignored her and finished up my little transaction. I tore off the receipt and picked up my bags. As I was leaving, the woman said, "Don't I know you?"
I'm unfailingly polite, so I said, "I don't know. Do you?"
She looked at me again. "Do you run down Hill Street every day?"
"Yes," I said, "I do."
She smiled. "I thought so. I almost didn't recognize you with your clothes on."
This last comment got a great reaction from the other customers. I'm just glad that Judy wasn't there to hear it.