You've got the butter, the eggs, the organic salad greens and the laundry soap. The paper towels just fit into that rack underneath the cart. And so you weave your way past the tortilla chips on special and that dude who's still standing in the soda aisle and arrive at the front of the grocery store.
Which is where you'll face your moment of truth: Which line will it be? Will you roll the dice and step in behind the mom with a wiggly toddler and a brimming cart? Or take your chances with the young couple you spotted arguing over the granola bars in Aisle 3B?