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Mom and I were Christmas shopping in Aldi’s, which is a grocery story where you can buy in bulk, non-brand name products and more notably, German and Belgian chocolate.

The customers in front of us in the checkout line were Hispanic; there was a young woman accompanied by two men, possibly her brothers or a husband and a friend. The cashier started making a big fuss about the fact that the woman was paying in quarters and singles. “Roll the quarters before you come”, she talked at them, “Explain to her that she needs to roll the quarters” she said to one of the young men. The woman was looking increasingly apprehensive and disoriented. “I don’t have time to count all these, look at the line!” She pointed to the two carts waiting behind them. The young woman looked anxious and apologetic. I caught her glance and while the cashier was still going on about the quarters said, “No pasa nada, es una loquita eh”. (Don’t worry about it, she’s a little crazy.)  The young woman sheepishly smirked, her olive cheeks turning red to contain an impertinent smile.

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