Oh, how I hate those maze aisles! They make me claustrophobic. If there is a way to take a short cut, I do it. I actually enter by way of the cashier which means a lot of "excuse me!" "excuse me!" against traffic, passed the people queued up to pay for their purchases. If someone wants to give me a nasty look then let them but anyone who dares say something to me is asking for trouble.
That's an odd thing to say. Avoiding discomfort, whether physical or mental, seems like preventative problem-solving. But that's just me? If the soft drink fridge is near the check-out cashier (they always are) then I am proud to say that I refuse to run the whole labyrinth just to get there.Inept it sounds like you are creating a lot of your problems yourself.