Paige hated grocery shopping but it was a necessary evil, kind of like shaving your legs. You hated doing it and you complained about having to do it but you really couldn't survive without it. Well, you could but you'd be hungry and hairy which really wasn't a very good combination.
She was trying to decide on a cereal (this was a very tough decision, did one go with the healthy choice because it was the right choice or Frosted Flakes because they were a heavenly sugar coma waiting to happen) when someone accidentally rearended her with their cart. Paige idly thought that it was a good thing that she had a generous rear end to cushion the impact.
She turned to see who had managed to run into her and had to smile when she recognzed the face of the person in question. She couldn't remember her name but she knew that she lived in the complex and she was fairly sure she was some kind of witch.