Had a mortifying experience at the local co-op today and it’s still preying on my mind. 
I was at the dairy case and wanted two cartons of milk. They were packed so tightly that I couldn’t pull any free, so I pushed slightly on the first carton to try and wriggle it free. There was a loud shout from the back of the dairy case, followed by an angry man popping up into view.
He started yelling at me, very loudly complete with four letter words, saying I had spilled milk all over him. Shocked, I stammered out an apology, letting him know it was not intentional and was caused by too many cartons on the shelf rather than the pure malice he seemed to think it was. He continued to shout, so I firmly told him that although I apologized for the spill, it was clearly accidental and I didn’t deserve any scolding. This wasn’t apparently good enough for him, so I shut the dairy case in his face.
Now comes the humiliating part. As I was pushing my cart away, I felt a strong urge to just go home. Right now! Before I could stop myself I burst into tears. And not quiet ones either. Big ugly sobs. I’m not normally a crier. Don’t quite know where it all came from.
I ditched my cart at customer service and told them I wouldn’t be buying it. So now I have no dignity and no groceries. We’ll need to switch to the far away grocery store, won’t we?