Falling Buns

A pack of hamburger buns fell from the top shelf of aisle five, unprompted. I looked up and caught the eye of the woman pushing her cart closer to buns now sitting in the aisle. Did gravity shift? Were the buns beneath it precariously balanced and they settled just as we walked by? Was there a ghost grilling burgers?

Simple or spiritual solution? I'll never know. But if it happens again I'll worry.