Why Martha Saved Five Hundred Paper Receipts From Her Weekly Grocery Trips

it back into my pocket, leaving the silver envelope with the red plastic card sitting right on the black conveyor belt.

“You forgot your card, Martha,” Brenda said loudly as the new customer approached.

“I do not think I need it,” I said.

I walked out into the cool afternoon air, my grey cardigan pulled tight against my chest. The drive home was quiet,continue reading …