I Gave a Woman $6 to Help Pay for Baby Formula – the Next Day, My Manager Called Me over the Intercom and Handed Me an Envelope

Scan.

Beep. Bag. Smile.

“Rewards card?”

“Paper or plastic?”

I was halfway through ringing up a guy with a cart full of junk food when the loudspeaker crackled.

“Laura to the manager’s office.

Laura, please come to the manager’s office. It’s urgent.”

The customer smirked. “Uh oh.

You’re in trouble.”

“Story of my life,” I joked weakly.

I finished his order, called a coworker to cover my lane, and headed to the back.

Every step toward the office, my brain replayed last night.

Her face.

My money on the counter.

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