Who Moved My Сыр?

Our truck has broken down again, so on Monday Janae and her son Walker picked AJ and I up and we went grocery shopping. Having the truck broken down is kind of a mixed blessing. It stinks to not have a truck whenever we need it, but Janae is kind enough to take me grocery shopping and I really enjoy the company. Walker is really great with AJ and she loves it when he pushes her around in the cart. I was trying to get a lot of groceries so I ended up needing two carts. The carts here are like everything else, very small. 

I had just finished at the cheese counter and we were heading toward the check out line when a woman came up to me and started speaking really quickly in Russian. I told her I didn't understand but she kept talking very quickly. I looked at Walker and asked him if he knew what she was talking about. He didn't have a clue either. She kept repeating herself over and over and finally I picked out the word for cheese. "Aha! I know just where the cheese counter is," I thought. I pointed to the back of the store  towards the cheese counter. She shook her head no. She knew where they kept the cheese. 

 I had taken the last of the Parmesan cheese and she was in desperate need of it. 

I was really tempted to tell her to take a hike, but I did not have a specific dish that I needed the Parmesan for, I just like to have it on hand. I decided that if she was going to accost a strange foreigner in a grocery store she probably really needed the cheese. I like to think that I saved her dinner party or helped her make the perfect dish for her husband's birthday dinner or that she had had an uncontrollable craving for spaghetti and it wouldn't be the same without Parmesan. I'm sure it was something equally dramatic.