A man came into the store and immediately grabbed all eight of our town newspapers and eagerly put them on the counter. I rarely, and I mean rarely, inquire about why people are purchasing what they're purchasing. I think it's nosey, but mostly, I tend to daydream during the short amount of time it takes the customer to swipe their credit card at the register, so I don't even have time to create lengthy conversations...
But of course, it's me. So when I am able to make a situation uncomfortable, my brain finds a way.
"Aw! Do you know someone in the paper?" I asked in an extraordinarily cheerful manner.
He responded so quickly. "Yes. My wife just passed away."
Enough said.
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