Caboose was standing in front of a plate glass window when someone ran into him. That seemed to happen often here, too. The running into. Being run into. Something like that.
There was a display of fruits in the window, which absolutely mesmerized Caboose. All the colors and he was sure that every one was tasty. Which was why he didn't notice the woman until he was nearly sprawled on the ground. "Oh, I think you meant to step on the ground and not me."