The world is so broken.
Last night I sold a pregnancy test to a girl who looked 14 and had to stand on her tip-toes to slide her card through the reader. She was shaking.
Half an hour later I did a return for a girl, her boyfriend (?), and two other guys – a baby toy. They got a gift card and she reminded the guys that they were going to buy “food for the house” with it. (This was at 10:30PM, mind you) They bought milk, cookie dough, the book “Twilight”, and Mac-N-Cheese.
Tonight a guy tried to steal 10 gallons of paint.
I overheard a co-worker discussing her son and how disappointed he was that his father was standing him up again to be with his new family.
Don’t know what YOU see when you look at your world, but “mine’s broken”.