By David E. Sharp
My son and I were checking out at a Walgreens recently. The checker scanned my small selection of purchases in silence. Two cans of chicken noodle soup. One bottle of children's chewable Pepto-Bismal tablets. One bottle of blue Powerade. She offered me a frown and said, "Somebody's not feeling well."
Of course, she was right. We'd stopped into the Walgreens on our way home from school where I had just checked my son out of the nurse's office. But I hadn't said any of this to the sympathetic checker. She had deduced the story connecting all the everyday items we'd brought to her.