Dam trucked his cart around the circuit, half laden with kale, apples, and orange root vegetables. It was midweek and he was picking up veggies for himself and the family who lived next door to him in the complex.
He was on his third round, which would usually be enough to gather all the food he needed, and all the conversations that were expected to happen, but he was shopping for four people today, so he had decided to keep moving to see if Azin’s apple queue would have drained a bit by his fourth lap, rather than obstruct the path with the cart.
He looked back and saw that the queue to Azin’s queue was almost empty, so thinking quickly he parked his cart at the side of the circuit’s path, grabbed a bag and made for Azin’s. It was a bit unorthodox to double back like this, but Dam was couldn’t stand inefficiencies, and the thought of making an entire other lap, possibly getting looped into even more conversations on the way, just for a chance that Azin’s queue would be shorter, was too much wasted time for him.