The mother moved into the checkout lane and began unloading her cart.
As the items inched towards me on the conveyor belt I noticed her surreptitiously slip a couple cans of behind another product out of view of the young boy sitting happily in the cart.
It piqued my interest as it was obvious she did not want her son to see those cans. And her plan almost worked. They were almost to the scanner when he saw them.
And he let out the most heart-wrenching sobs I've ever heard from a kid. These were not your standard "I'm a brat and don't want that" cries either.
He wailed: "No, mom! Please! No! Not SPAM! Please don't get SPAM!"
You'd have thought she was buying some kind of torture device.