It was just another ordinary afternoon — the kind where you rush through the grocery store, juggling a cart full of items while thinking about dinner plans and tomorrow’s to-do list. I wasn’t expecting anything special, just a quick errand before heading home.
At the self-checkout, I scanned my items, bagged them, and paid. In my usual hurry, I left the printed receipt sitting on the counter. Before I could reach the door, a woman’s voice called after me.
I thanked her, slipped the receipt into my bag without a second glance, and went on my way — just another polite exchange between strangers in a busy store.
The Words I Almost Missed
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