The convenience store was empty except for the clerk, a woman with red hair about 50 years old. Her back was to me when I came in the door. She was counting a small pile of bills on the counter. I stood there for a moment before she noticed me.
She smiled warmly at my question. "Absolutely you can." There wasn't any hesitation, just warmth. So I prayed for her in her work and for her safety. I reached to shake her hand afterward, and she took it, placing her other hand on top. "Thank you, darlin'. God bless."
The whole encounter lasted maybe a minute. When I got back to my car, the same song was playing on the radio as when I left to go inside. But that short moment made my whole day.
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