I do weekly shopping. In the bend between the fresh and the nuts, I use my whole body to steer the full cart through the inside bend, trying not to hit the woman with the basket on the outside bend. She and I exchange glances. The woman says: “Heavy, isn’t it….” I nod eagerly and smile broadly. The woman continues: “…to have a lot of money”. The remark only dawns on me at the checkout square. With a glowing neck I reckon.
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A version of this article also appeared in the newspaper on June 5, 2023.