I am into my third grilled cheese coming out of the pan when I notice, as the fourth one heads in, there is mold on the bread. Damn! I inspect the three grilled cheese sandwiches already prepared. Fortunately, they are all unscathed.
    The rest of the loaf of bread, however, is completely infested, the mold growth getting bigger and bigger as you get deeper into the loaf. I yell upstairs to my husband “I will be heading out to the gas station to give their moldy bread back to them!” My husband knows by now, it is a matter of principle. The principle for today is that this bread was bought the day before yesterday. And, the majority of the loaf is moldy. Not acceptable.
    I prepare myself for my approach on the short ride there. When I arrive, the kind man who is always there greets me with a smile and a hello. I have never seen him cranky.
    “Hello, friend,” I say. “The bread I got here the day before last is all moldy” I say as I put the loaf on the counter. I feel compelled to provide some additional supporting information, as I had thrown the receipt away.  ” Remember , I had bad news and good news when I bought the bread?  The bad news was you had no wheat bread only white bread,  and the good news was that you had Bugles? ”
   “Oh, yes, yes. ” Long story short, he graciously handled the situation, allowing me to replace the bread with another loaf. I thanked him and left. On the way out, I stopped and watched this man do a very kind thing. He went outside and broke the bread up into pieces and carefully put the pieces on a bush for the birds to eat. This simple gesture touched me. What a very kind man, very kind.