What Biden's Win Really Means...

Today is my sister's (and my cousin Teri) birthday. On our way home from church we stopped at the store to pick up ingredients to make her a cake. Despite my mother's profound distain for getting out of the car while running errands (usually she makes me go in) she dashed into the grocery store (cause apparently I take forever *eye roll*). She gets back in the car saying "I had a bit of a crazy moment" and proceeds to tell me that she was standing on line, puting all of her items on the belt when she realized my sister (who wasn't with us) had her credit card. Thankfully, she was behind one of those people who apparently has never been in a grocery store before and/or has never paid for anything. Ever. My mother apologized to the cashier as she gathered up her things and put them back in the basket and headed for the door. Halfway to the door, she remembered she had cash that I had just given her. She runs back to the line (where the woman still hasn't figured out how buying food works) and explains that she can buy the things after all. She apologizes again as the cashier hands her back her basket. She starts to go to the back of the line but the woman who should be next (if the woman the cashier is waiting on ever pieces together the enigma of the square piece of plastic in her hand and the doohickey in front of her) insists on mom going ahead of her. "I'm sorry" mom says again accepts the woman's offer. "You are so nice" the woman, finally cracking the purchasing code, freeing them from Supermarket Stump, exclaimed. "Yeah, we've all got to come together" the woman who let mom back in line remarked. "Yeah, the man behind her chimed in, suddenly I feel like we can finally start to heal this country." We can finally start to heal this country. Indeed.