“Just because you didn’t get the gift that you were looking for, doesn’t mean that you didn’t get a gift”, the monologue goes.
I had a realization the other day. And, like many realizations, mine started in an unexpected place. Specifically, 7-Eleven.
Beyond those sliding doors lies a treasure trove of deep thought. And taquitos. (Photo credit: http://ow.ly/RaAxi)
I was waiting in line, absentmindedly staring at the tabloids, when the man in front of me pulled a handful of change out of his pocket and dumped it out on the counter.
“Hey,” The man pushed grimy silver coins toward the cashier. Beneath the glass counter-top, a rainbow collection of scratch-and-win tickets were piled along neat lines.
The man stopped counting. His fingers hovering over the coins. “I think I’m a little short…”
He was trying to buy a coffee. Steam curled out of the black lid as it sat on the counter, waiting.
The cashier swallowed, blinked, frowned.
“Yeah,” The man nodded, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I’m fifteen cents short, man…
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