There are two women being checked out at our produce stand. One is a white-haired lady in a fur coat and fancy jewelry. The other woman is one of our regular customers. She's a struggling single mother with three children (one of whom is profoundly mentally challenged); her husband walked out on her last year. She has a basket with bruised and overripe produce from the $1 table.
John the produce vendor is waiting on the rich lady, and his son is helping the young mother.
The rich lady turns to the mother and says snidely, "Food stamps! I hope you enjoy spending MY money!"
The young mother starts crying softly.
John calmly tells his customer, "Social security? I hope you enjoy spending MY money. But you won't spend it here. I'm not serving you."
The rich lady protested vigorously, which drew the attention of our emergency response team: myself and Sonny the jewelry vendor. We led her to the door.
Then John turned to his son and said, "[Mom's] order is free. And fill up her bag with the rest of the damaged stuff."
As the young mother left the market, we met her at the front door with a free chicken and a gallon of milk. And there's a $20 gift card waiting for her the next time she comes into the market, courtesy of all the vendors.