“What are you doing?” he asks me.
I glance up from my one-legged stance to see an older man ahead of me in line, his brow furrowed. Next to him, his wife grips her cane, leaning awkwardly over her shopping cart.
I guess balancing on one leg in the middle of a busy pharmacy at 5 p.m. is more noticeable than I thought.
“Just working on my balance while I wait,” I reply.
Recognition dawns on his face. “That’s really smart,” he says.
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