Our local farm shop has been a source of joy this morning. They have strict rules about who can go in, so it 10 people at a time. The egg aisle acts as a roundabout 
Went in today and saw a woman looking at a limit root veg. A member of staff told her it was celeriac, a bit aniseedy. Woman turned to me and asked me what I would be doing with mine. I told her, making mash, 50% potato, to go with pork. She then asked why I had rhubarb and oranges, an odd mix she thought. A variation of Eve's pudding I replied.
She looked back and smiled, grabbed some of each and thanked me. Apparently she was at her son's house for the duration, by accident, and wanted to cook a special lunch. Unfortunately they had no food in and she wasn't sure what to make. But the farm shop sold everything she needed and I has just provided her with a lovely menu she was pretty sure she could cook.
All that from about 3 metres away and nobody else inconvenienced 