an elderly hippie lady gave me money to go into the fancy bread store and get her a loaf, since she had her dog with her and couldn't go in herself
(the dog was a Yorkie/Chihuahua mix with a summer haircut)
(the dog's name was Betty)
(the dog was a Small Wee Little Lady)
(the dog asked for petting and I gave her so much petting)
I went in, bought the bread, and brought it back out with her change. she gave me an orange as a thank-you
sometimes the world is Good













