One racist, One peanut butter and One good heart
Something pretty sad happened this weekend. I went off to Pick 'n Pay with my BFF on Saturday after spectacular cappuccinos at Abreu (again - thankyou). I only bought 2 things so I sped through the Express till (sped is an exaggeration, there is nothing Express about that till in this branch). The less than 10 items sign seems to mean nothing to most people. While hanging around opposite the end of the tills, waiting for BFF, I was lazily watching the people paying. Along came a guy. Nice clothes but obviously old and extremely worn everywhere. I judged him to be about early 20's. The reason I watched him is because he had 2 loaves of bread, one tin of fish and a small bottle of peanut butter. He looked like he really needed it. It made me sad for reasons that I am not going to talk about here. When time came to pay there was much money counting, from every pocket. There seemed to be a problem. He counted again. The cas...