Mar 12, 2018
4 min read
Why the Smallest Things Matter the Most
The young man handed me the receipt and said, “That’ll be $26.12, please.” I slipped my credit card into the slot, thinking, that can’t be right.
Seconds later, he handed me my bag and thanked me. I didn’t move. Other people on line were a little agitated, waiting for me to get on with it, already.
