While filling shipping orders, I habitually buzz around the store in high gear. None of the aisle intersections are equipped with traffic lights or mirrors. You're left to your own devices (or lack thereof).
At the intersection of Little Barn Noodles and Sugarfree Candies, I came face-to-face with a grizzled man who was moving just as fast as I was.
"Excuse me!" was said simultaneously.
I said it because I had nearly collided with him.
He said it because he had just given utterance to an extended guttural belch.