
There are the usual piles of shiny fruit and vegetables, automatically sprayed every ten minutes, the familiar, brightly-lit shelves of stuff and counters of fish, meat, bread and pizzas and other fast food to go.
But my supermarket has something more.
It has a heart.
More precisely, the manager has a heart.
You can see signs of this, if you look carefully. There are the tables of almost-free books: one dollar for a paper-back and two dollars for a hard cover. These books cover the gamut from trash to text books and are all donated and bought by neighborhood shoppers. The proceeds go to charity.
The vegetable stackers in the produce section always say Good Morning and ask if they can help you find something. Even if you’re striding along purposefully or already selecting a potato, they still ask if they can help you find something. They all say it in the same way, so you know they’ve been told to do it.
Most places in Los Angeles chase homeless people away with alacrity. Poverty is not tolerated here and is considered a shameful thing, worse than leprosy. Poverty isn’t shameful, it’s just a fact of life. Especially these days.
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4 comments:
Hoping more store managers read this and are inspired to follow suit.
Hope so.
Ahh! Some good news! Thanks.
Bad news gets splashed around far too much. We need to celebrate the good things too, even though they don't make the front page.
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