Monday, April 25, was my birthday. I’d saved my errands because I live alone, and being among people seemed more festive than shrugging off the day. In Safeway at Linda Mar I tossed a bag of mini Snickers into my cart. I rarely buy candy but this was my day. Then checking out I asked Mark (Class A checker and super nice guy) if he likes Snickers. “I love Snickers,” said Mark.
“Well, it’s my birthday and I want you to have them,” I told him, and I handed them over. And we were both feeling festive when the woman behind me said, “Then I’m paying for your groceries.”