Isla, 16

As you’re paying for your groceries, you mention to the clerk, “There’s a mess in aisle 16.” They give you a puzzled look and reply, “There is no aisle 16.”

“Look, I am absolutely positive that it was aisle 16. I made sure to check. Twice. So I could relay the number to you. Gallons of it everywhere. Like a goddamn biblical flood. Pomegranate juice. All over aisle 16.”