While dusting my little heart out and simultaneously rocking out in my mind a young woman walks up to me looking oh so very confused. I of course halt my current dusting duties (ha, I said duties) and ask what I can do for her, to which she responds... "Yeah, um, so do I just get a cart and pick out what I want then? Or how does this work/"  I initially stare at her in dumbfounded amazement first that she isn't joking then because she drove here! After a moment I blurt out in my ever so gentle tone , " yep, it's called shopping."  100% fact