[Lisa had been reaching for a grater in the kitchen accessories aisle (the internet says butter works better when grated into certain recipes!), but apparently someone else really needs this to cook with. The ensuing squabble is blissfully short, and Lisa is in the process of retracting her hand when some girl in a junior high uniform slides in and... oh, boy. She takes a step back from the shelf entirely and turns to the new arrival.]

I don't know, I'm stressing out of secondhand embarrassment. Would you believe me if I said I was giving up on that thing anyway?