(2/3) He brushed her off with an, "ohyeahsurenoproblem," and continued to load his things. Of course, his stupid loaves of white bread start mingling with my veggies, followed by a slew of other garbage, making it difficult to discern who's goods were who's. It was at this point I pushed his groceries down the belt a good 12 inches, smashing his bread, and looked him in the eyes and growled.