A Rich Customer Mocked Me, Calling Me a ‘Poor Cashier’ – But Karma Came for Her Moments Later

After Nathan and Sara left, I stood behind the register a moment longer than I should have, staring at that red travel mug.

My hands were still wrapped around it when Mr. Levine, the store owner, passed by on his way to the back office.

“You all right, Margie?” he asked, pausing with one hand on the doorframe.

“Honestly?” I hesitated. “I think I need to head home a little early today.

I’m just… not feeling my best.”

“Go on, then,” he said, giving a gentle nod. “I’ve got it covered.

You take care of yourself.”

I smiled, grateful, and gathered my things.

At home, the sun was dipping low, painting gold streaks across the kitchen counter. Melanie was still at her laptop in the corner, earbuds in, brow furrowed.

“Take a break,” I said, opening the fridge. “I’m making dinner.”

“Are you sure?

I was just about to —”

“I’m sure, honey.”

I cooked slowly, letting the rhythm of it soothe me. Chicken and dumplings, mashed sweet potatoes with cinnamon, and sautéed green beans with a bit of garlic. Josie set the table while the twins helped carry plates, and the scent of real food filled the room.

When we sat down, Melanie looked at me across the table, her face soft in the low light.

“Mom…

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