I found the cinnamon creamer on the bottom shelf and grabbed two plastic bottles.

The plastic felt cold against my skin.

I set them next to the bread.

I pushed the cart up to the front registers.

Only one checkout lane was open.

The woman ahead of me was slowly counting out coins to pay for a bag of green apples.

I waited behind her and took my phone out again.

I opened my banking app to check my balance.