
“Every Friday, she came into the grocery store around closing time tiny, hunched…
“Every Friday, she came into the grocery store around closing time tiny, hunched, wearing a faded floral dress and plastic sandals. Her English was shaky, her accent thick, and she’d point at items, muttering words we didn’t recognize. Staff called her “the canned soup lady” because she always bought the same two-cent sale cans, plus […]