He was headed out the door right in front of me, leaving Leeker's as it was getting dark and as the people just off work were hurrying around in their last-minute errands of the night. The guy was about 50 years old, in one hand carrying a case of Mountain Dew and in the other a bag of oranges. There were other things in that bag, but the oranges were prevalent.
I was about two paces behind him, but he was headed in the same direction I was, so I gained on him and asked him my question. He just glanced at me, not much expression there, and said, "Yeah." So I prayed. He didn't stop walking and neither did I. It was done before we reached his pickup truck. He thanked me then -- and I felt he was genuine -- and I walked on my toward my car.
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