I Paid for a Struggling Grandma at the Grocery Store – Three Days Later, the Clerk Came to My Door with Her Final Request

“I… I’m short,” she whispered. “I am so sorry.”

Her voice was barely there.

The woman behind her rolled her eyes dramatically.

Someone farther back snapped, “Come on, some of us have jobs!

Move it!”

“Pathetic,” a guy muttered. “Holding everyone up over bread.”

The old woman flinched in embarrassment.

She pulled the bread closer, like she was bracing for someone to snatch it away.

“I will just take the milk,” she said quietly. “Please.

I will put the bread back.”

Ethan frowned. “Ma’am, we can—”

“It’s not okay,” the woman behind her cut in. “Some people have no shame.”

My stomach twisted.

I’ve been broke at the register before.

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