“Cancel Her Order. Ring It Again.”
The man behind me looked to be in his mid-thirties.
Long black coat over a dark suit.
The kind of person you’d expect in a city office—not in a crowded grocery store line.
He raised his hands slightly, palms out, like he was trying to lower the temperature in the room.
“Please don’t worry,” he said gently.
Then he stepped past me and looked at the cashier.
“Cancel her order,” he said. “Ring it all again.”
The cashier blinked, confused.
“Sir, I don’t—”
“Please,” the man said, firm but kind. “Just ring it again.”
