One lonely afternoon in a lazy grocery aisle, amidst apples, peaches and broccoli, two men nod friendly like in each other's direction.
Grocery basket in hand, native man, missing his front teeth gleefully beams a smile. Chuckle's friendly like in the direction of the man sorting vegetables. Native man exudes dignity despite hole-y cloths and tattered shoes. He stoops to say, "I just don’t understand people who bite food and throw it back in the pile".
The Grocer's eyes twinkle in knowing amusement at this observation. Deeply chiseled lines in native man's face, carve the story of a life time of pain. The worrying, and long suffering lines shuffle aside to accommodate a giant fearless warm smile. He chuckles again softly, the delightful, loving smile is wide with a mouth full of space. ...Of course he has gone without, his missing teeth declare, 'but this smile shows he has no fear'.
Nodding again he says to grocer nonchalantly, “yeah, those people have no class.”
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