I went to the grocery store, suitably dressed for the weather in many layers of warm clothing. So many layers, in fact, that I had at least twelve (12) pockets, so when I got to the checkout I couldn't find my wallet. As I went through my pockets I said "please don't tell me I forgot my wallet", and the man behind me said

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"Don't worry, I'll pay for your stuff."

I could have cried. Why is it that strangers are so decent and the people who gravitate to me are such worthless cunts?