Feeling…

I went to the grocery store this afternoon. It was 102 deg. and so you can imagine what a sacrifice that was.

Anyway, I got in the express lane to check out and there was a young man (maybe 14 or 15 years old) in front of me. He had a head of cabbage and a couple of cans of tomatoes. The cashier rang it up and he swiped his card (I’m not sure, but I think it was a Food Stamps card). For whatever reason, the machine wouldn’t take the card (maybe the magnetic strip was worn or something), so the cashier manually input the number, and the kid input his PIN and the stupid machine┬ástill wouldn’t take it. The cashier asked him for his driver’s license, and he said “I don’t have one. That’s my mom’s card.”

So then a supervisor came over and she tried to manually input the number, and it still wouldn’t take. She again asked the kid for his driver’s license and he said, “I don’t have one. I rode my bike over here.” (Remember, it’s 102 deg. out there.) They were getting ready to make him put his poor little groceries back, when I asked how much the bill was. “$3.54,” was the answer.

I told them to put it on my bill. It was bad enough that he had to ride his bike to the store in that heat, but to have to go back to his Mama without what I’m sure was supper would have been too much.