Shopping for Beef Stroganoff
While shopping for ingredients the other day for beef stroganoff, a youngish Black man approached me and shyly asked if I could help him with a plastic bag for some ginger he was collecting nearby. (The bags were hanging quite high above the produce.) I gladly reached up and ripped off one of the bags for him.
As I handed the bag to him, he thanked me and said, “I can’t reach that high right now because I just had open-heart surgery.”
It was one of those moments when I realized that other people are going through shit, too. Anyway, I’m glad I was in the right place at the right time to lend him a hand.
