The deep breathless sounds of moans and ‘let it all out baby’ follow me around my local Tesco superstore.
It’s 6pm on a Wednesday and I’m in search of some tinned tomatoes, mozzarella and spaghetti to accompany my homegrown basil sitting on my windowsill back home.
A man asks me to bend over near the Italian seasoning, while telling me to ‘never forget’ that I belong to him.
Don’t worry, there isn’t some wildly inappropriate suitor following me around a public supermarket making everyone uncomfortable.
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