I was just at my local Walgreens about an hour ago.
There’s something about Walgreens. Every time I walk in, I feel as though I’m walking into heaven. Is it the bright lights?
I bought a few things I needed and rushed out the sliding glass doors into the most uncomfortable situation.
This situation is pretty equivalent to hell.
There was a man wandering around outside. He asked if I had any spare change.
“I’m sorry, I only have my credit card.”
Honestly. I only had my credit card.
I felt like I was off the hook. There was a little guilt lingering, but it didn’t kill me.
I felt like it was best not to make direct eye contact with this man. I started to walk away.
“God bless you my dear.”
He had to say it.
I suddenly feel like a heathen.