I asked my grandfather for twenty dollars.

“Twenty dollars?!” he said. “For what?”

“To buy groceries,” I told him.

“When I was a boy,” my grandfather said. “My mama would give me one dollar, just one dollar, and I’d go to the store and come home with two loaves of bread, two sacks of potatoes, a carton of eggs, three bottles of milk, a can of coffee and a box of tea.”

He shrugged and paused.

“Times have changed and ya can’t do that now,” he told me. “Too many fuckin’ security cameras.”

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