remote cards

A woman and her daughter go round the supermarket together. She leaves
the trolley at the end of an aisle and nips down to grab something
from a shelf. She reaches pulls out a tin. Her daughter reaches pulls
out air. She walks back to the trolley, her daughter careful to follow
every footstep, to try and adopt the same posture. The woman is
scowling as she places the tin in the trolley, her daughter
practically pushing her out the way so she can place her tightly held
handful of nothing beside the first tin. Stop that, her mother says.
Stop that, the daughter echoes. The mother tries again, the daughter
copies. Ok, she offers, if you want we'll put your pens back - a
packet of coloured felt tipped pens sit on top of a cereal box. Ok,
the daughter strays towards the edge, if you want we'll put your pens
back. The mother shrugs, the daughter shrugs, the mother lifts the
pens out of the trolley to put them on the shelf where they stand, the
daughter relents, please, no. The mother goes to get something else.
Can we get a packet of these? The daughter indicates a packet of
chocolate biscuits, I miss the reply, but its clearly no. The daughter
tips the packet into the trolley - oops, they've fallen in on their
own, I guess we'll just need to buy them. The mother sighs, its one of
those days clearly - put them back. I go down another aisle, leaving
them behind.