THE PROBLEM

‘You want a bag?’ she said.
Wilkinson's, Union Street.
In the basket: non-biological washing powder; ground coffee; tin of sweetcorn; a Wilkinson's re-usable bag.
‘Er, no thanks,’ I said, then, ‘If you do this first,’ giving her the re-usable, ‘I’ll use that.’
She started scanning my shopping.
‘Actually, I will have a bag,’ I said, ‘for that,’ pointing at the washing powder now held in her hand.
‘You can’t make up your mind, can you?’ she said.
‘There’s too many choices,’ I said. ‘That’s the problem.’