The Escapologist

The Christmas shopping expedition. A late evening dash. I was there to help, but who would help me?

We’d queued to get in. Even with COVID, in the evening, it was busy. A busy supermarket is problematic. My wife’s not unpleasantly tall. At just 5 feet she’s easy to lose. I turned away and she was gone. I searched the store. Nowhere to be seen.

She hides behind shoppers, scuttles off so fast, can’t hear her phone... Should I put a call out... report her missing... whistle?

Aha... gotcha!... in the freezer section, by the Microchips.

Now there’s a idea!