Brandon clutched his worn paper cup of sparse change, his boots shuffling quietly over the linoleum as he entered the neon-lit gas station store. He was just reaching toward the canned goods aisle when a harsh, booming voice cut through the quiet of the evening.
Glancing toward the register, he saw a long queue of visibly angry shoppers stacking up behind a frail, elderly man who clearly had profound difficulty hearing.
“I’m incredibly sorry, miss,” the elderly man said, straining to listen. “What exactly did you say about the store water being funny?”
“Money!” the young cashier groaned loudly, rolling her eyes in absolute disgust. “I said you don’t possess enough money to buy this bottle, sir!”
“Yes, you’re right, it was a very sunny day!” replied the old man with a gentle, confused frown.
“You need more physical cash! For the water!” a frustrated younger guy standing directly behind the senior grabbed him aggressively by the shoulder, screaming directly into his ears.
Brandon noticed everything from the shadows of the aisle. He was intensely tempted to step in immediately, but as a homeless man, he desperately didn’t want to attract the shoppers’ collective ire. Meanwhile, the elderly man quietly explained to the counter worker that his cash was short, politely asking if he could simply purchase a smaller bottle of water because he critically needed to take his evening prescription pills.
“If you can’t afford to pay the retail price, you’ll just have to leave the premises!” shouted the cashier.
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