A Chocolate Bar of Gratitude

A few months ago, I was browsing a thrift store when a woman asked if I worked there.

She had an interview the next day and didn’t know what to wear. We spent fifteen

minutes picking an outfit. She said she just wanted to feel “like I’m allowed to be

there.” When she tried it on, her whole posture changed. She hugged me,

thanked me, and I thought that was the end. Fast forward — I’m having a terrible

week, standing in line at a shop, trying not to cry. Suddenly I hear:

“No way… Blazer Girl?” It was her. She smiled, handed me a chocolate bar,

and said: “Paying you back. I got the job.” She told me she made a rule: if