“I know what I forgot – sugar!” I exclaimed out loud on line at Key Food. I looked behind me and the sugar aisle was within eyesight. I looked at the line, and the gentleman standing directly behind me motioned with his arm for me to leave.
“Really”? I asked.
“Yes, go right ahead,” he said, with a smile.
Dashing down the aisle, I grabbed a five-pound bag and ran right back.
“The only way we are going to survive this,” I said to the man “is because of people like you. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he said and smiled again.