A simple sighting sidelined me, steering my shopping cart slightly sideways towards the soda display...seemingly stuck, as I struggled to sneak away. Several seasons surely have slipped by since that someone swiped my sensibility and sabotaged my self-esteem. Something so long ago still stops me sharp. Something in seeing him standing there stirred up the shame. Slimeball. Seriously? Still? This someone shifted into something sinister, a sign...somewhat suspect in severity, and to show me what? Something spoiling my Saturday spree at my sanctuary (Wegmans grocery store). "Stand up straight and smile" said my sometimes sassy self. "Silently sprint to safety" said my scared schoolgirl self. I swerved and snuck away into the stacked stock of snacks. Something sort of silly...something so stupid...same old something. Sorry.