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It is an average end of the work day. I close up my laptop, grab my things that I don’t intend to leave at the office, and head out the door. On the way out, I double-check the lock and head down the street. It’s only a few blocks to home, and it has been unreasonably mild outside for a mid-December week, so I decide to walk home.
On the way, I get a need for some sausages for dinner and make a decision to swing by the butchers, which is just a couple blocks out of the way. As I go to enter, my nose is buried in my phone, the door doesn’t open, and I slam my forehead into the glass. Looking up as I curse, I see the butcher trying to close up shop, shouting something and waving his arms around.
