We headed for the dairy section. I circled back for a forgotten item and spotted the boy/man unrolling a sheath of plastic produce bags down the length of the canned goods aisle floor and then purposefully rearranging the canned goods.
I met Melanoma Man, Butter, and imac at the checkout. I stopped to speak with the manager on my way out. There were so few shoppers, others may not have noticed. I explained about the knives, the produce bags, the reordering of canned goods and said I had seen no violence, but perhaps a tad too many knives. I suggested the manager might want to look into it and exited the store as calmly as I entered.
It was no coincidence that it was the day before Mother's Day. It was a reminder to me of what my mother endured in the mothering of her first child, He Who Must Not Be Named,' our very own Dark Lord. I wonder how she managed and how the three of us that followed managed. But managed we did and manage we do.