True Importance

Today, I was used as collateral for the café’s emergency milk run.

We ran out of milk, and thus needed to go to the store to obtain more. Once we had run everything through the check-out there was the realization that we had not brought the cash to actually purchase anything.

I was left with the milk, while the manager ran back to the store to get money.

After about twenty minutes or so, he did, eventually, come back.

(And then I proceeded to carry all of the bags, and he freaked out a little because he couldn’t handle that I wasn’t letting him help, and apparently a man carrying nothing walking next to a woman with a bunch of bags looks like a jackass, so he actually wouldn’t walk with me back to his car. It was funny.)


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