I didn’t want to take much time in the grocery store because I needed to get home to prepare dinner. I only had a few items that I needed to purchase and I felt pretty certain that I would get in and out of the grocery store within a 15 minute window. I knew the layout of the store, grabbed my few grocery items, and proceeded to the shortest checkout line. Ahead of me was a cute little old silvery haired woman that I had seen, rolling through the isles of the store in the electric scooter. Her few items were in the scooter basket, and she was taking out each item, setting them on the check out counter. The problem began after the scanning was complete and the store checker announced the total amount of her purchase. I heard an audible gasp, as she began fumbling through her purse, looking for extra change that had dropped to the bottom. She laid all the found coins on the counter for the checker, but after counting, she was still short. The checker was friendly and cute and proceeded to try to ease the embarrassment or her customer, suggesting that maybe some of her items could be saved for another shopping day. A bit frazzled, this little woman, started sifting through the sacks to see what she could put back. Out loud, she accounted for every item saying, “I need this for dinner, can’t make my casserole without this soup, and I need everyone of these prescriptions.” There was nothing she could could put back, and needed everything, yet she didn’t have enough money to pay for it.
The cashier said, “It’s been taken care of.” Before I could get the cashiers attention to tell her to not say anything, she continued, “ paid by the woman behind you .”