As a rancher’s wife, Millie exuded confidence as she glided through the grocery store, her elegant demeanor catching the eye of those around her. As she approached the self-checkout, she selected a bottle of wine, a small indulgence to accompany her evening.
However, her peaceful shopping trip took an unexpected turn when the clerk said, “We have to check I.D.s of people buying alcohol if they appear under 30.”
“Well, I am flattered, but I am much older than 30,” Millie said. “I am in my 60s.”
The I.D. checker’s eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at her driver’s license.
She smiled as she left the store, her spirits buoyed by the unexpected compliment. Arriving home, she eagerly shared the incident with her husband of 37 years, reveling in the affirmation of her youthful appearance.
A few days later, Millie treated herself to a visit to the nail salon, hoping to enhance her already impeccable appearance. As she entered, she felt a sense of pride in her stylish winter coat, its design and faux fur trim exuding luxury.
Confidently, she removed her coat and hung it up, expecting admiring glances from the other patrons. Yet, as Millie settled into the spa chair, she noticed something that quickly humbled her.
Attached to the collar of her coat was a bright orange Goodwill tag.
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