I’m in Trader Joe’s for only the second time in my life when I hear the crash and clattering of glass. At first, I’m unsure if this is a sneaky way to get people to leave the dips and chips aisle, but as I pry my eyes away from cilantro cheese guacamole marinade ranch sauce, I see a young woman lifting up her foot. Around her is glass and liquid and one bright pink piece lodged into her heel.
I nudge Scott, and he walks over to offer assistance: Can I help? I’m a pediatrician.
The middle-aged man standing next to her replies: We’re okay. I’m a gynecologist.
What? Wait, do you see a lot of glass up in….? as Scott drags me away so we’ll allowed back in Trader Joe’s one day.