She had movement on her mind as she gracefully glided from aisle to aisle looking for partners out of step, those not knowing where to find the items on their list.
She'd greet them with a smile, lips slightly pooched out to get them to anticipate her knowing exactly where on the floor they needed to go. She led these unknowing partners in, among and through a kaleidoscopic maze of product label, shape, color and size.
Before they fully knew where they were standing, her customers felt they'd arrived as if by some miracle, right there, eye to eye with that coveted sale item on their list.
And leaving that spot she'd delivered them, she'd be away to the next partner, this time one wandering the chip section with deer in the headlights TMI overload.
She'd swoon and sweep in with a flourish, invisibly touching her hands to their shoulders, twirl them around while slightly lifting her heels. And they'd be placed within reach of the blue corn, completing the dance with their own arc of spent motion as they reached for just the right package.
Sometimes she would rhumba or tango depending on need and customer inclination. But more often she'd lithely waltz her customers to their culinary and sundry desires.
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