A Polite Adjustment
A soft current of bright overhead light brought warmth into my limbs. I found myself suspended from a metal display peg, dangling just above the shelf ledge. With deliberate care, I flexed my gloved fingers, testing their balance. Beside my upraised arm swung a crisp red paper tag. Reaching out with my left hand, I lightly grasped the edge of the cardboard label, turning it forward to align neatly with the aisle before settling into a poised, motionless greeting.