I was quick down the bookstore isle knowing what I wanted. Turing down another isle I noticed her stepping back.
My approach was going to be in front of her so I softly said “excuse me” not to surprise her of my presence as I passed.
She stepped right into me and hit my leg reaching for the book on the lower shelf.
There was no magic moment of first encounter. She just looked at me with a snarky stare then returned to her book.
“Bless you” I said with a smile dusting myself off.
She looked the other way.
As I walked to the register to cash out she walked quickly in front of me nudging me aside so she would be helped first.
When she was done I stepped forward and checked out. I just don’t understand these hippy chicks in the people republic of Ann Arbor sometimes.