In that brief quiet moment of the aftermath, you'll wonder: Do I have to leave this aisle before I explode with laughter and/or Twitter this? Or will a woman on a Rascal, starring sheepishly at a moat of kidney beans, not notice that I'm wiping the tears off my face with this painfully anti-absorbent Tweet Deck?
Instead I Pele'd a bunch of runaway cans back in her general direction before saying, "You have to admit, that was pretty funny." And when she nodded and said "The darn brakes didn't work," I finally got to crack up. For the next four hours, actually.
What wasn't funny: She was stuck in that spot, and had to sit and watch a cashier and me kick a path for her through what looked like a meadow of botulism. Meanwhile, if I had to bet, I'd say she was Rascal optional, not Rascal by necessity.