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He looked like someone who belonged in a downtown office building, not standing in a crowded grocery store line next to an exhausted old woman with a crying baby.
He raised both hands slightly, palms out. “Please don’t be upset,” he said gently.
“Cancel her order, please. Ring everything up again.”
The cashier blinked, clearly confused.
“Sir, I don’t—”
“Please,” the man said firmly but kindly. “Just ring it all up again.”
The cashier shrugged and began scanning my items once more. The man pulled out his wallet and tapped his card on the reader before I could even process what was happening.
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