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

The camera overhead.

I knocked on the office door.

“Come in,” my manager called.

He was at his desk, glasses on, staring at his computer. He looked up when I walked in.

“You wanted to see me?”

“Yeah. Close the door and sit down for a sec.”

Never what you want to hear at work.

I sat.

He clicked something, then turned his monitor toward me.

Grainy security footage filled the screen.

My register.

The woman. The baby.

Me pulling cash from my pocket.

We watched in silence as I slid my money across the counter.

He hit pause. “Did you cover part of a customer’s groceries last night?”

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