Paranoia

I think I'm being followed.
And I'm not just joking.
Every single time I go to Superstore (and that's a lot, let me say) I see the same small framed, older lady with a grey fleece vest and glasses. I see her, and I think to myself, I think, Wow, isn't it amazing how I see her every single time?
And OK, granted, yes she does work there. But still. She can't work all day, every day, can she? And the thing of it is that, no matter where I am in the store, there she is. I could be in the pickle aisle, scoping out the pickles. And then there she is. The next day I might be in the meat aisle. And there she is.
Now don't tell me that one person could be working the pickle aisle, AND the meat aisle.
Today after work I had to stop at Superstore to get some chili powder, which let me tell you, is another story in and of itself, but there I was in the spice aisle, and along came, guess who? Little miss grey fleece vest. She tried to look like she was looking at something else, but I wasn't so sure.
I'm beginning to wonder if they have me flagged as some sort of a shop lifter? As soon as they see come into the store they get someone to tail me. Because I saw againg after that, after I left the spice aisle and started looking for socks for Alex, because don't get me started about socks for Alex- it's like I have one sock from every single pair of socks he's ever owned. And then suddenly, there she was again. Convenient isn't it?

But OK. Like whatever. I'm a shoplifter and I've come to lift a package of no name chili powder that retails for two dollars and seventy cents. Really??
I mean, I don't know. I don't think I look overly shifty or shady.
Although I did shop lift once from there. But it was strictly an accident. And I ended up paying for the item anyways, which happened to be a Christmas advent calander that retailed for ninety nine cents. Actually there were three of them if I remember correctly.
And it wasn't my fault. I had a faulty cart. Like literally, I had a cart that had square wheels. I pretty much had to lift the cart to get it to move. And when you have two kids in the cart, that ain't such a good thing. And so I thought, well screw this. I'm just going to abandon this cart right here right now and go back out and get a new cart, which seems like a good idea in principle but when you have two kis and it was the middle of winter, it's not so simple. Not to mention the fat that I was going to have to shell out another dollar for it. But then I didn't see that I had an option about it either way. So I took what I had in my cart and went outside to get a new cart. It was only when I went outside and started transferring my merhandise to the new cart that I realized my plan wasn' entirely well thought out.
But still, no one had said anything to me about it on my way out.
And it ended up being paid for in the end.
I complained at the customer service desk about my cart and they seemed, frankly, a little less than apologetic. Although I do note that they now have carts which seem to work properly.
Anyways. I think I'm being followed.