Fast talker in a slow lane
He held the cellphone with one hand while steering with the other.
And with each passing minute the 20-something seemed to grow increasingly annoyed with mom on the other end.
"Yes, mom, I know. You told me this morning. Remember?"
"I'm going to finish it when I get home, mom. I have to go now."
"I will. Mom, PLEASE. I have to go."
This went on for a few minutes before he finally got rid of her.
"Mom, you know how you tell me not to drive and talk on the phone? Well, I need to switch lanes so I'll call you later."
He closed his phone and did as promised, steering his cart toward the shorter check-out lane at the Harris Teeter.