A day in the life

Not so many days ago a sweet little lady ran over me with her shopping cart while I was maneuvering through a local grocery store. She was so nice it was just impossible to get mad at her, especially since she was nice enough to wet a paper towel so I could clean the blood off my slacks. The whole ordeal wasn't really her fault since most shopping buggies tend to have minds of their own. As we were chatting, it dawned on her that I was, as she phrased it, “that man in the newspaper.” Since that description could easily apply to any of those unfortunates whose pictures appear on the “most wanted” section of the paper each week, I quickly clarified my identity for her. After making sure I wasn't on the run because of some malfeasance, she introduced herself and asked me a question.