“I need ten cents more,” the cashier says.
“Really?” Had I mistaken a nickel for a quarter? I dig around my bag, in which I’d stored previous purchases. And a book. And my scarf. Where is my little change purse? Evidently, I hadn’t returned it to its designated spot.
“Here, I have change,” a voice behind me chirps. A woman behind me steps forward and her handful of change bounces and rolls around on the counter.
“Thanks, I have it, I just need a moment to find it.”
“Oh!” She hastily retrieves her change, believing she’d offended me.
I locate a dime. Plink. The cashier drops it into the register and hands me my mixed nuts. You know, the kind with cashews and hazelnuts. Unsalted.
“Thanks again.” I turn to the girl behind me. “That was very kind.”
She brushes her blue hair away from her pierced eyebrows and smiles back at me.
The kindness of strangers. Mixed nuts on sale.
Some days the beauty of our world is just too much.