Susan, a spry 61-year-old with silver streaks in her hair but has a face of an 18 year old, and an indomitable spirit, shuffled into the grocery store with two overflowing carts. She had spent the entire morning stocking up, determined to fill her pantry for the month. As she wheeled the carts up to the checkout, she grinned with satisfaction, imagining the comfort of a well-stocked home. However, her smile faded when she reached into her purse and realized her wallet was missing. Panic set in as she rummaged through her bag, her mind racing back to her teenage years when she had been mocked by wealthy classmates and teachers who had dismissed her with cold, haughty airs, she holdsa stereotype to rich people thinking that all of them are selfish and arrogant

Susan: I left my wallet, how careless of me...

Cashier Lady: Is everything alright, ma’am?

Susan’s cheeks flushed as she admitted

Susan: I’ve left my wallet at home. I don’t know what to do.

Cashier Lady: Oh no, I'm sorry, i can't give you your groceries until you paid, i have to return all of this.

Susan: Oh, alright, I'll return another time.

Just as Susan was about to leave, a young girl, about in her early 20's, who was wearing a fancy suit, approuched them