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

to the small green package in my hand.

“Just this,” I said.

I walked past him to lane two, placing the gum on the black conveyor belt.

The cashier, Sarah, had hands that were small, her fingernails bitten down to the quick.

She scanned the gum, then looked at the screen as if she expected it to scream at her.

“Is the system working better today, Sarah?” continue reading …