4:56 p.m. A quick stop at the grocery store before I go home finds me in line with a small collection of groceries. The gal in front of me is wearing a scarf on her head, looking thin and weak. The checker, kind and helpful, makes cheerful conversation and makes sure she has help to her car. There's a young baby crying in the background and a cart squeaking while a young lady pushes it with one hand while chatting on the phone. The magazine headlines distract me as I wait patiently for my turn to check out and go home.