She stood in front of me, her groceries moving towards the scanner, one child in the buggy, the other standing beside it.
Hotdogs, chicken pot pies – nothing extravagant – not for this family.
She focused on the monitor like a hawk watching prey and that is what caught my attention. Because I can remember watching prices – adding them in my head – making sure I had enough money.
“That’ll be $70.68,” the cashier said.
The young woman swiped her card.
The cashier frowned. “Hmmm. Declined.”
The young woman checked her phone, her finger sliding across the screen.
“Try swiping your card again,” the cashier encouraged.
Looking up, she shook her head. “I need to put some things back.”
“It might be a malfunction,” the cashier insisted.
“No,” the young woman answered. “I checked my balance. There’s just over $50.00.” She glanced back at her phone. “I had $97.00 when I left home. My husband must have used his debit card.”
“Excuse me,” I interrupted. “I’ll pay the balance if that’s okay…”
The young woman was appreciative and I was thankful – thankful for the blessings I’ve been given, thankful for being able to share those blessings (if only in a small way), and so grateful that in the hustle and bustle of a busy afternoon – I found the Christmas spirit in my local grocery store.