From inside her shop, Mae sees
A car sputtering toward her quaint little shop
A family gets out, absorbing the breeze
Seemingly ready to fall like some fragile trees

They stagger in haphazardly, looking for bread
Mae turns a blind eye
Focusing on the wealthier truckers instead,
The man has ten but Mae insists on fifteen
She ignores the economic gap that stands in between

Old Al barks, causing Mae’s features to soften
Her hostile demeanor seemingly dies in a coffin
She relents and sells the loaf
And resorts to jokingly calling the truckers big fat oafs.
The most powerful actions are hidden in seemingly meaningless gestures


Mae’s kindness is rewarded with a gracious tip
As she realizes the common good we all work for in life’s long trip