just a fork in the road

I'm bending over trying trying to take this with my phone, when I'm aware of a pair of legs - or rather trousers, red corduroy  - in my peripheral vision.  It's the last thing I want because I feel pretty daft doing this anyway, without an audience looking on.

"That looks intriguing."  

It's one of those accents. I could be listening to someone from an episode of Poirot or Father Brown.  Not that I have anything against those accents.  It's just not what I expected to hear in the car park of Costco.  But then I don't get about much.

"It's just a fork in the road." I reply.

"Oh jolly good".  And the trousers are gone.