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

I don’t cry about it. But some days… some days, people remind you just how invisible you’ve become.

And one woman in a red coat?

She reminded me louder than most.

I used to be a librarian — 30 years with the same branch. I loved every moment of it: the smell of old books, the way the light fell across the reading chairs in the afternoon, and the way people lit up when new books by their favorite authors came in.

I shelved poetry collections and held story time for toddlers with sticky fingers and wide eyes. I helped teenagers find articles for their homework, and watched old men read the newspapers from front to back like it was the Bible.

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