yes. you're weary enough. you've realized that what they're asking you to do, to be, is the kind of person that leaves the little red food basket at the check-out line. but every time you do the shopping, you inevitably return it to the empty stand. one basket returned, the rest in a tangled mess at each check-out line. you always wear your salmon gear because it's always like swimming up stream. and if it sometimes requires a shot of irish mist, a drag off a stale cigarette, to get through the masses running backwards, you do it. what else is there to do but keep returning the basket? anything less has always been unacceptable.