High shelf
Claudine entered each aisle in a state of anxiety. She was consumed with the obligation of duty to offer a smiling nod to the man who had helped her retrieve an item from a high shelf some minutes earlier.
Over four subsequent meetings since the high shelf retrieval, spaced about 90 seconds apart, Claudine’s gratitude-and-humility face had lessened in its sincerity.
Claudine knew that the duty she owed to the high shelf retriever would last through to the end of her retail experience. It was onerous. She would honour it.