No Magic Words: One More Reason I Love the Lord
The teen holding the popcorn tub raised his eyebrows and turned to the cashier. With a slight nod, she directed,
“Dump it.”
He did and promptly filled another, then furtively went to a different spigot of liquid gold.
I was privy to what appeared to be an undercover, theater concession mafia deal.
Then I understood.