Dear SuperStore Broom Man.
I feel the need to apologize for the big mess I made in the Bulk Food section of your store, that you will eventually have been sent to sweep up.
There is really no excuse for my sloppy behaviour, unless being nearly unable to reach the bulk bin of my choice, as it was on the upper deck, counts.
I know that I tend to use the whole "vertically challenged" thing to excuse many nefarious actions, although usually I am the only one negatively affected by the activity in question.
So, I am completely sorry for the pile of 7-grains all over the floor.
It may please you to know that when my finger tapped the rotating spout at the bottom of the bin while trying to get the bag in position, causing the spout to swivel, sending a cascade of said 7-grains earthward, my head was directly in the line of fire and while you had quite a pile of grains to clean up, I did, in fact, carry nearly as much out of the store with me. While you had to clean up my mess, I had to carry the shame of my disability to the checkout.
I'd like to say "I'm sorry, it will never happen again", but honesty compels me to admit that it most likely will, unless I begin starting my SuperStore shopping experience with a stop at the stepping stool section each time. ( I wouldn't purchase the thing, and you'd end up putting it back, so maybe it's six of one- half dozen of the other...)
Anyway, I'm sorry about that.
Until next time, then.