You know her well. Her glaring stares, like daggers to your back. How dare you stand next to her while you both choose between Gouda and Brie?! Granted, it’s a hard choice, but it’s much more difficult for The Superiority Shopper, now that you've stepped into her peripheral.

How do you expect her to pick a slab of cheese while simultaneously making you feel like a lesser person? Doesn’t her black yoga bag give off the allusion of physical superiority? Or her incessant questions of Trader Joe's workers about the nature of just how free the free trade is on that coffee? Respect that yoga. Respect those questions. Respect that cheese.