I had just entered the through the doors of the supermarket at about 11pm. I noticed straight away, a small skinny man. His skin was dark and weathered, he had a slight bit of facial hair peircing away from his chin. I took a moment to analyze him, which i should not have done. He had tight black jeans and an old sports jacket. To his side was, i pressume, his wife, much taller and with more meat on her frame. He was smiling, she was frowning. Match made in heaven. She followed him along the shelves till he got to the beer, a 20 pack. His smile grew brighter and he almost seem to dance along to the check-out. By this time i was looking for a bottle of ginger beer and had much forgotten about the man and his mistress. I slowly shuffled along to the cheak-out and lined up at one next to the couple. I stood there in a dream like state alomost, which is why i paid any attention to a meaningless conversation about to begin. ....