(small town life) I use my card for the meter. Leave it in too long so it doesn’t work. Little old lady nearby offers me quarters. I get my card to work. I thank her. She askes me to say a prayer for her. I agree, smile. She asks if I believe. I answer yes of course. We smile. 😉
Source date (UTC): 2022-09-20 20:07:48 UTC
Original post: https://twitter.com/i/web/status/1572316619384176643
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