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<p>Created page with &quot;&lt;p&gt;It was supposed to be a simple grocery shopping trip. I have a small apartment, with a small kitchen, with not a lot of storage, so when I went to the grocery store, I went...&quot;</p> <p><b>New page</b></p><div>&lt;p&gt;It was supposed to be a simple grocery shopping trip. I have a small apartment, with a small kitchen, with not a lot of storage, so when I went to the grocery store, I went with the intent of purchasing enough food to plan a few days worth of meals, and I only ate two meals a day anyway. If I ever purchased breakfast food, it was because I&#039;d planned on using it to have breakfast for dinner. I stood in one of three aisles full of freezers, where all the frozen food is stored and displayed... you&#039;ve most likely been to a grocery store in your life, so you don&#039;t need me to explain the normal layout of a grocery store, do you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was late, nearly 10:30 at night, and the store would be closing at midnight, and I was adding a few packages of frozen corn to my shopping cart when a woman rounded the corner, coming into the same aisle. Her hair was in disarray, her makeup smudged with tears, and she looked simply miserable, though there&#039;s never anything simple about it, is there? She appeared to be Japanese or Korean, sometimes I can&#039;t tell, though I&#039;m told there are differences in appearance between the two. I&#039;m not racist, I just can&#039;t tell the difference sometimes. She was dressed in an old sea-foam-green cardigan and dark slacks, and had scuffed looking flats on her feet. Shopping seemed to be the last thing on her mind, but she still stopped at a freezer and grabbed a box of three-cheese lasagna and dropped it in her cart. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She didn&#039;t seem to see me as she passed, and, as I got a closer look at her face, I could see that she must be in her late twenties, maybe as old as 30, but perhaps the smeared makeup, mainly her mascara, made her look older, I thought. At first, I was hesitant to even speak to her, thinking that, whatever her problems, they were just that: her problems. But then she stopped, her back to me, and I could see her hunch over her shopping cart, and her shoulders started to shake as she sobbed quietly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shit, I thought to myself, I&#039;m gonna get involved and she&#039;s probably gonna screech at me and cause a scene, but I&#039;m gonna go and get involved anyway, because, if there&#039;s anything that gets to me the most, it&#039;s seeing a woman cry like that. I left my cart and approached her carefully, for some reason, a clip from The Crocodile Hunter coming to mind, &#039;Whoa! There&#039;s not many creatures as dangerous as the sobbing Asian lady, one bite from her will send you right to the hospital for stitches... I&#039;m gonna pat her back!&#039;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Excuse me,&quot; I spoke quietly as I stood about a foot from her back, &quot;Are you okay https://www.dirtyharuto.com She still started, and she hunched a little further, as if expecting to be hit, before turning to face me, &quot;Oh... I&#039;m sorry...&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her English was saturated heavily by her accent, but she spoke carefully to make sure they came out properly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Is there something the matter?&quot; I asked, keeping my voice low and soothing, trying to appear as nonthreatening as possible, as she seemed almost about to flee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Oh, no... I... I&#039;m okay...&quot; she wouldn&#039;t look me in the eye, her eyes fastened to the floor in a very demure fashion. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;It&#039;s just that you&#039;re crying,&quot; I said, &quot;Is it something you&#039;d like to talk about?&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She stifled a sob, sniffled, and sighed, &quot;I am... I... am sad.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not a very specific type of answer, I still asked, &quot;Would you like to talk about it? I&#039;m not busy or anything, so I have time.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;I should not speak bad about my... my husband... he brought me here to this country, and he make sure I have a roof over my head.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I nodded, &quot;We can sit and talk about it, if you&#039;d like.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She hesitated, stealing the barest of glances at me before lowering her head once more, &quot;O-okay. Where do we sit and talk?&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;There&#039;s a diner across the street,&quot; I suggested, &quot;We can have some coffee if you want.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;But your shopping?&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I shrugged, &quot;I can come back tomorrow and do it then. What about yours? Do you need to finish shopping first?&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She wiped her eyes, &quot;I... just... I pretend to watch movies&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;And why is that?&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;So they not make me leave...&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had to think about that for a minute, and then I asked, &quot;How about we put these things back in the freezer then, okay?&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So she returned the lasagna to the freezer, and I put my frozen corn back. She had nothing else in her cart, and I had a few boxes of Minute Rice and a bottle of orange juice, but it would be fine until someone put it up. I would&#039;ve, but I had other priorities, trying to do that whole &#039;white-knight&#039; thing I tend to do that gets me into trouble more often than not. I walked with her out the front door, through the parking lot, and across the street to a diner called Sylvia&#039;s. Sylvia&#039;s was a bit run down, but clean, and the food was decent as long as you like it greasy. I chose an empty booth and gestured for the woman to sit down before I sat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The waitress, a tired-looking sixty-year-old woman with her mousy-brown hair done up in a tight bun slapped two menus down in front of us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Two coffees to start, please?&quot; I ordered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Cream and sugar&#039;s in the dish there,&quot; she pointed, &quot;Be right back.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Asian woman simply sat with her hands clasped together in her lap and her eyes on the table before her. &lt;/p&gt;</div>

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