An old lady of about 80 years old was standing in line before me, holding cereal and milk. She could barely stand and leaned against the counter. She saw that I had only a can of soda and said, “Son, you go before me.” It made me feel warm.
So, I made up a cunning plan I paid and pretended tofumble with my wallet as if I had forgotten something important. I stepped aside, letting the cashier scan my soda while I quietly watched the old woman from the corner of my eye. Her hands trembled slightly as she adjusted her grip on the box of cereal, and her smile lingered in a way that suggested kindness was a habit, not a decision. When my receipt printed, I didn’t leave.
Instead, I stayed close, pretending to read a notice on the wall, waiting for the right moment to act without drawing attention or embarrassing her.When the cashier finished ringing up her items and announced the total, I smoothly slid my card forward and said, “It’s together with mine.”
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