Yesterday I go shopping in the supermarket. As I was looking at the goods I noticed a old man who seemed to be following me wherever I went. As I moved, there he was, smiled at me. I wondered that if I had done something wrong. But I didn't think I had. So I believed there must be anything wrong with him. I became a bit scared. At the food section I selecting the chicken when I felt a tap on the shoulders. Turn around, I saw that it was the same man. "Lady," he final said, "youhave my shopping basket." At that moment I realized I misunderstood him, so I said sorry for him at once.