Just found this as I was rummaging through drawers for a sock to match any one of a half dozen other singular socks in my hand.
I remember that humiliating morning like it was yesterday: We drove up to the kiosk of our local provincial park for a trail run, and the girl scout inside smiled as she handed me more change than I'm used to. Was she trying to tell me something, or did she do this for everyone who seemed more than a decade older than her? I'll never know, and hope it doesn't happen again for at least another 15 years...
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