• Roni Beth
• 30 Nov, 2019

Two days before Thanksgiving, my cart was piled high with perishables, prices all neatly entered into my hand-held scanner, and I was approaching the 12-items-or-less check-out lane. The items were bagged, and I’d be home in a few minutes, able to continue cooking for the holiday. The loudspeakers announced: “Would the person with a blue Subaru please come to the Front Desk.”That would be me. Curious, I detoured around my checkout lane and approached the counter...
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