Our only venture out was to pick up a clicklist order from the grocery, we drove around to see what was going on (some unusually crazy drivers).

At the grocery pickup, we popped the trunk, and I reached for my wallet. Hadn’t needed it in a week so guess what, wasn’t in my pants. Reached into my pocket and had a $1.85.

I took a Clorox wipe and wiped my hand and the coins and hopped out. I told him the story and said here is all I have for a tip and you may not even want it!

The young boy said no thanks, if it wasn’t for this crisis, I wouldn’t have a job. I told him I’d remember and tip him if I ever saw him again.