She’s in charge of the cart.
Trail six steps behind
baby steps as if your feet are bound
but smoothly as if you’re at ease.  

There’s a list. She has it.
Suggestions are presumptively insulting.
You’re not cooking the fucking meal.
Stay in your lane.  

Neither pace ahead, nor lag behind.
Don’t toss items into the cart
that aren’t on the list.
It creates an imbalance in the universe.  

If you’re given a mission
stick to the mission.
Mission creep will not be tolerated.
No freelancing on flavor, brand, or size.  

After checkout, you can push the cart.
Pop the trunk, load it like a bagboy,
feel you’re doing something important.
\But don’t let it go to your head.