The Frosted Glass Doors

I went to the grocery store to get some milk. As I took a carton from the dairy shelf, I noticed a hunched elderly man staring at the glass doors of the dairy fridge. He said to me,
 "I came here to do some shopping because my wife kept pestering me to go out and get some fresh air. I don’t know why my attention was drawn to the frosted glass doors. Frosted glass, frosty, frost. I’ve been turning that word over in my mind for a long while. Why do I think about such trivial things?"

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