I saw a man today, compact build, black, 45- 50ish. He had a wining lotto card of $2, and another one, he thought. He held up the busy line and the cashier gave me a look and motioned for me to move my items beyond his while someone else looked up the lottery info. He apologized profusely for holding up the line when I went around him. He was wrong about the second card, it didn't win. Then he started saying how bad the arthritis in his back was. We left the same time, he held the door open, then asked if I was ok getting to my car (I have a limp from a bad knee). I told him I was and thanked him. I wondered what life did to him to have to almost apologize for being there. But I could relate. I felt bad for him. That was my day, going to the store, and staying home 'cause of my knee and being really bored, while everyone in my immediate family is going to festivals over a three-day weekend. I still feel bad for that man.