As usual, the elderly woman came into the store at exactly seven in the morning. The 24-hour grocery, still empty at the moment, was only accessed by night shift workers and the occasional irate passerby.
She always showed up on time every Tuesday and Friday. Everyone expected her arrival to be as quiet and unobtrusive as the fog that blocks the city’s view of the rising sun.
“There’s our grandma again,” sighed the cashier, who never appeared to smile.
The new stock boy asked, “So what?”
“Nothing special,” the cashier remarked apathetically. Before she takes half of a loaf of bread, she will spend half an hour looking at price tags. Sometimes she buys tea with what’s left over. This place is full of people just like her.
The old woman walked slowly between the shelves, her fingers bent as she sorted coins in an old-fashioned handbag.
When she reached the dairy department, she paused. For a long time, she stared at the milk bottles, but she never reached for one.
“What are you looking for?” said a store employee.
“I’m just looking, son,” she mumbled, clutching her bag. “These expenses… I haven’t purchased milk in a very long time. Perhaps today, I reasoned. She went out and walked slowly toward the bread area.
She brought a loaf of bread to the checkout and began searching her purse again. She wasn’t in a hurry and was carefully counting each cent.
“Sweetie, could you get me some milk?” she said quickly to the clerk. For me, nothing remains. My pension has been delayed, even though they indicated it would arrive on Monday. And I swear I’ll pay you back.
However, the cashier didn’t even look up. She quickly checked the bread and swept the cash into the register.
“This isn’t a charity,” she said coldly, in the voice to which everyone had grown used. We are heard stories like these every day. No pension, lost cards, etc. Now go.
The old woman took her bread and walked to the door without looking at him, her shoulders sagging even further.
But just as she was about to go in, a young woman approached the register. She helped the grandma and chastised the rude clerk 
The girl placed money on the counter and then spoke, without sound:
The milk will be paid for by me. Please also include some vegetables and fruit for Grandma.
The cashier snorted without glancing at the girl.
“Your money, your problem,” she said. “Just don’t cause a scene.”
“Oh, there will be a scene,” the girl remarked calmly, looking her in the eye. However, I will not be able to make it.
She turned to the grandmother and asked, “Please wait a moment.” Everything will be taken care of by us.
She walked over to the checkout, took out her phone, and took a few pictures of the clerk, the counter, and the elderly woman.
“Hey, what are you doing?” The cashier shouted. “Turn that camera off!”
“Do you recognize who I am?” The girl’s voice became stern. “I write blogs.” I write about people, about cruelty, injustice, and apathy. I have a larger following than your store’s clientele. I will also explain to them how you take care of the elderly.
The clerk became pale but smirked defiantly.
“You think there will be any interest?”
The manager of the store is my uncle. What do you know, too? He has been stressing that it’s time to “freshen up” the staff. It looks like we’re starting with you.
The red-haired woman quickly went to the grandma after snatching a basket filled with meat, cereals, apples, tangerines, milk, and cheese.
Let’s head out; I’ll stroll with you. Furthermore, you will always have all you require in the future, so don’t worry.
The elderly woman nodded gently, her eyes full of tears.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” she whispered.
