I Bought Food for a Poor Old Man and His Dog – What I Saw at My Door the Next Morning Left Me Frozen

By the time I get to the grocery store, I’m already doing math in my head, crossing things off my list before I even grab a cart.

That Tuesday started like any other. I walked into Greenfield Shopping Center with my crumpled list, ready to play my usual game of “what can I actually afford?” Skip the strawberries? Maybe next week for the orange juice? Oatmeal instead of cereal because it lasts longer anyway?

I was wheeling my squeaky cart down the cereal aisle when I heard voices getting louder near the front. Not the good kind of loud. It was the kind that makes everyone stop and stare.

A grocery store | Source: Unsplash

“Sir, are you sure you want to remove that?” The cashier’s voice carried that forced patience you hear when someone’s trying really hard not to lose it.

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