I carefully counted out my eight items in the 15-items-or-less line. The guy at the register was about 20 years old, with a head of bushy hair. He was friendly and efficient. It was about 5 p.m. and snowing heavily outside.
The Dillons store was busy, but no one was coming along in the line behind me, so I asked the clerk if I could pray for him. He said yes. Afterward, he reached his hand over and shook mine. His name was Jarrod.
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