Game:Pick Up the Phone Booth and Aisle/phonebooth

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This certainly can't do! A phone booth in the middle of an aisle!

Fortunately, this is one of those occasions where your training as a circus strongman comes to your aid. You stride confidently toward the phone booth, mustache quivering out of its delicately combed handlebar, and in one sweeping move you yank the contraption straight off the tiled floor.

It is then that you notice a little old lady, of the grandmotherly variety, standing awkwardly behind an even smaller trolley originally intended for children. By removing the dreadful steel-and-glass obstruction from the floor, she is now able to shuffle forward down the aisle and fill her trolley with another seventeen tins of cat food. As she departs on what's left of her journey, she turns her head as much as her arthritis allows and mutters a word of thanks in your general direction.

However, tragedy strikes! In accepting the thanks, you reflexively remove your left arm from the base of the phone booth and remove your top hat, as is the gentlemanly custom when conversing, however briefly, with the fairer sex. But, in doing so, your once trustworthy right arm balks at the added strain of the phone booth, and before you can say "Bally ho, I think I've just done myself in" you find yourself sprawled on the tiles, crushed underneath the hideous box like the Wicked Witch of the East herself!

As your lungs expel their last breath, your last words are "Joan of Arc quit smoking in 1431.... Wait - what did I just say?!"

It is then, in the final second of your life, that you discover the truth: you are actually a fortune cookie.

*** You have crumbled ***

But wait...

You feel a tremendous wrench – the hand of God coming down to wipe clean the temporal chalkboard. The world dissolves, and then quickly floods back into existence, restoring its state as it was before you made your move.

But somehow, things aren't set up exactly the same as last time....

Late Thursday night. You've had a hard day and the last thing you need is this: shopping. Luckily, the place is pretty empty and you're progressing rapidly.

On to the next aisle.

The aisle stretches to the north, and back to the south. The shelves on either side of you block your view of the rest of the supermarket, with only the brightly colored aisle markers visible.

You have stopped your trolley next to the pasta section, bright plastic bags full of pale skin-tone shapes.

There is a brunette woman a few meters ahead, filling her trolley with sauces.

A shiny metal phone booth sits in the center of the aisle.

Your move:

*Secret option!
Super-secret option!
Double super-secret option!