At Walgreens

I bring my two items up to the counter and after ringing them up, the woman—who is roughly my age—says, "You have 4 dollars reward credit. Would you like to use it now?"

"Yes,"" I answer. "I’d rather keep the money in my pocket than give it to Mr. Walgreen!"

To which she responds, "Is there really a Mr. Walgreen?"

"There originally was, and I have no doubt that he did well for himself. If the money is still in the family you can only imagine how wealthy they must be!"

"I wish I was part of the family!" she says with a trace of sadness.

To which I reply, "You and I both. Maybe in the next life..."