Today, I realized that I couldn't find the chili in a can or the A-1 sauce I bought from the grocery store yesterday. I found the receipt and, sure enough, they were listed, one above the other. I again searched the house, and the trunk of my car, but couldn't find them. I was aggravated.
I returned to the grocery store, receipt in my holster, prepared for war. I was ready to get angry. In fact, I was looking forward to an epic confrontation.
When I told the woman at the desk what had happened, she told me that I could pick up the two items. She was quite courteous. Don't you just hate when people's innate goodness comes to the surface.
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