By Jillian Stacia

I was at the grocery store doing my weekly shopping. After surviving the mad dash around the store, I was more than ready to check out and head home. When it was finally my turn at the register, I unloaded my items and attempted to make small talk with the cashier:

“How are you doing today?”

Nothing. Radio silence. The sulky teenage boy didn’t even look me in the eye. Continue reading →