On Friday I inched through the Trader Joe's parking lot, willing someone to leave. Finally a space opened up. I ran into the store, dodging the rain.
When I got back to the parking lot with my bags, I went to the back of the car to throw them in as always. At the last second, for no good reason, I decided instead to put the bags in the back seat on the passenger side. I closed the door and looked down. On the pavement was a credit card. I picked it up and started walking quickly back into the store to turn it in. I checked the time on my phone. I was in a hurry to to pick up Bob and my friend Sarah's boys from school. As I was walking, I flipped the card over and read the name. The card belonged to my friend Sarah.