If she taps it and it sounds hollow she’s putting it back.
The 1950s ad styling does all the heavy lifting. Pearls, set hair, produce aisle, hands wrapped around a man’s skull like she’s deciding between this one and the cantaloupe. He knows he’s being tested. She knows she’ll test three more after him. This is every interaction on the internet now, rendered in the visual language of a magazine your grandmother trusted. You are produce. You will be squeezed, evaluated, compared to the one beside you, and either placed in the cart or set back on the pile. The smile on her face is not cruelty. It is efficiency. She has six more aisles to get through.