“I’m okay, Marcus. I bought the chocolate, paid for it, and got the receipt. But there’s a problem.”
I looked at the cashier who had called me.
She was wiping away her tears, but she couldn’t stop crying.
“Your brother didn’t do anything wrong,” she said, her voice breaking. “It’s just… I’ve never seen anything like this in all my years working here.”
I glanced at the overflowing shopping cart, then at the elderly woman.
“What happened?”
Theo took a deep breath before lifting his eyes to mine.
“The man standing behind me in the line was shouting.”
I turned toward the man Theo was referring to. He looked to be in his forties, wore a gray shirt, and appeared visibly uncomfortable.
Theo continued.
“He kept saying the lady couldn’t pay and that she was wasting everyone’s time. Then he told her to leave her groceries and get out.”
I felt anger rising inside me, but I tried to remain calm.
