The cashier rescanned everything. “$17.43, sir.”
He swallowed, then pulled the bread away like it was something dangerous.
“The bread too. Check it again.”
A man in a puffy winter coat threw his hands up.
“Are we gonna be here all day? Some of us have jobs!”
A woman behind him added, louder than necessary, “This is ridiculous. Just pay or leave.”
The old man stared at the bills in his hands—crumpled ones and singles, counted and recounted like he could make them multiply.
He was aiming for exactly $15.50.
Then store security showed up.
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