No wonder I'm afraid psychotherapists

I have a good friend, a psychotherapist. So once went with her to the supermarket. standing with a trolley at the checkout line, suddenly in front of our very noses bypasses us evil aunt forty. Without trolley, but with full bundle of goods. And this is all before the Bulk cashier. Aunt bulging eyes, she is clearly ready for any scandal ...
I took a deep breath to explain everything to her, and perhaps with the use of profanity, but my companion therapist stopped me taking by the elbow. She said softly and sadly blatant aunt:
 - Well, nothing personal, do not worry, buy before us ... Let least here you'll be the first ...
Aunt fell out realnosti.Vzglyad stopped. It seems that before the mind's eye flashed all her bedraggled, brazen life in which it is only the first in a line of shopping ...
When we left the store, they saw how "our" aunt standing at stenochki and roars with anguish. To which my companion voice good mentor remarked:
 - Well, thank God, has turned out. I'm really scared, not sob ...