In Iceland
- The store, was laid bare to me, for the second time today, as dismayed by the sight of an abandoned basket, instead of alerting security, as the police would have me do, I inquired of its nature, to the nearest person amicably.
- Me : Do you know if there's anyone here? (Just before this point she has overtaken mystery man in the queue)
- (Lovely smiling) Woman : I don't know, it was here when I started queueing.
- Me : Someone will eventually turn up for it, I guess.
- Woman : Or maybe they've just left it there.
- (At this point I rearrange the barriers between people's items, much to their appreciation, after which a packet of milky ways is pushed into my face, and I willingly act as convoy to the woman, and am thanked by both her and her husband.)
- And doing these daily things we're happy, aren't we?
- we don't think, we don't worry and we don't have to care about things so much. we get angry at little things, but everything is okay in the end, everything goes along well.
