I’m a 40-year-old grocery store cashier, and covering $6 for a tired mom’s baby formula seemed like nothing—until the next morning, when my manager handed me an unexpected envelope with my name on it. I covered $6 for groceries for a mom with a baby at the store — the next day, the manager called me in and handed me an envelope. I’m Amelia, 40F, and I work as a cashier in a small neighborhood grocery store. Not what I dreamed of as a kid, but it pays the bills. Mostly. When you stand behind a register long enough, you learn to read people. The rushed ones. The lonely ones….CONTINUE READING BELOW
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