It's more like bad luck than a fail...

While I was waiting in line at the supermarket checkout, an old guy from the next line started looking around.

It seemed that he was thinking this register was moving faster.

At the moment, the shopping baskets in my line did seem to have slightly fewer items overall, but there were only two people ahead in each line. I figured it was probably better not for him to switch lanes unnecessarily.

Actually, no matter which line this old guy chose, it wouldn't affect on my turn.

But for some reason, maybe because he was kind of a worn-out and pitiful poor old man, my instinct was telling me something?

In the end, he switched lines and got in behind me.

Then, when it was the young woman ahead of me's turn to pay, she was told her card didn't have enough balance left...

Apparently, she was trying to pay with one of those supermarket prepaid cards.

She left to go top it up, but the charging machine must've far away because she took forever to come back...

And while we were all stuck waiting,

an absolutely disgusting sour smell started drifting behind me....

Yep, of course, turned out the smell was coming from the old guy...

My instinct was trying to protect me!!!!