There were two people in line ahead of me: a man buying motor oil and beef jerky, and a young woman in wrinkled blue scrubs holding a can of hypoallergenic baby formula.
I noticed her because she looked like she might fall over.
The cashier scanned the formula, and the nurse slid her card in.
My day took an unexpected turn.
The machine beeped.
“Card declined,” the cashier said gently.
The nurse stared at the cashier in disbelief. “No, that has to be a mistake. I just finished my shift. Can I try again, please?”
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