At the supermarket two weeks ago, I encountered a man. He’d knocked down a display. I couldn’t pass by with my wagon while he was picking it up.
I said, “I’ll wait…it’s usually me that does that…” –very female. I am protecting his pride.
He smiles. “You’re a good citizen,” I add.
He says, “If you knock something over you pick it up.” A principle. A morality play. But we had connected...