Karen was on a mission to grab some snacks for her book club, but somehow found herself in the hardware section instead. Frustrated, she muttered, “How does one accidentally end up near paint brushes when looking for potato chips?”

Determined not to admit defeat, she scanned the hanging signs. “Snacks & Chips – Aisle 12.” Victory! With a renewed sense of purpose, she marched there—only to nearly collide with a fellow shopper sprinting down the same aisle.

They both laughed as they skidded to a halt. “Emergency chips too?” Karen asked.

“Yep,” the stranger said, clutching a bag of tortilla chips. “Game night waits for no one.”

And just like that, two snack warriors shared a knowing nod before vanishing down their respective aisles.