When a young nurse couldn’t pay for a can of formula at the store, a man in line behind me said, “If you can’t afford a baby, maybe don’t have one.” I immediately stepped forward to pay for the formula. I didn’t know I’d set a series of events in motion that would only become clear days later.
I went to the grocery store for a pack of lightbulbs and nothing else.
It was meant to be a quick trip, but once I joined the checkout queue, my day took an unexpected turn.
There were two people in line ahead of me: a man buying motor oil and beef jerky, and a young woman in wrinkled blue scrubs holding a can of hypoallergenic baby formula.
I noticed her because she looked like she might fall over.
The cashier scanned the formula, and the nurse slid her card in.
My day took an unexpected turn.
