I saw her answer her phone, and immediately she became agitated. She grabbed her nearly full shopping cart and wheeled it to the back of the line, frantically whispering on the phone and talking to the other shoppers at the same time. One by one, they pulled their carts to the side to allow her ahead of them, until she reached my register.
"I'm in a hurry." She said to me, then spoke into the phone "But you are ok? You are somewhere safe?"
While ringing up her purchases, I glanced back at the women lined up behind her—they all wore a uniform frown. This was interesting. I finished ringing up her purchases, and she rushed out of store with several bags, muttering uninformative "hu-uhs" and "Tsssss!"
As the next shopper began to lay her items on the counter, I smiled "Sorry about your wait there, that seemed a bit odd."
The woman sniffed. "She said her mother's apartment was on fire."
Because you know, it IS important to finish shopping first before running to family in crisis. Totally understandable.