Sunday morning reading: Megan Stielstra’s stories have a magical quality to them. An ineffable spirit. Contagious energy. Wonder and joy at our own connectedness. This one embodies everything I love about a good story—and it restores something in me, too. She’s always a good read for when you’ve had it with other human beings. When you’re desperate for something to remind you of all the good in the world.
Paulie hangs out in the parking lot at Target, waiting for the mothers. The newer the better. They’re easy to spot: hair a mess, eyes glazed over, shopping carts stuffed with diapers and formula that they leave outside the car as they pack their babies into car seats. That’s when Paul makes his move—grab the cart and run. Not like she’s going to catch him, right? You can’t leave your kid behind. Paul knows this. He’s got a kid at home, too.
Bernadette attends house meetings for Organizing America. She doesn’t vote, but they’ve always got snacks. When no one’s looking, she pockets the leftover mini sandwiches; saves five bucks the next day at the cafeteria…
What Lou does is this: after the customer gives him the credit card receipt, he adds an extra number to the tip. Like, if they left 5 bucks, he puts a 1 in front of the 5 and gets paid out 15. See? 3 in front of a 9 is 39. 39 bucks is half his gas bill. Nobody’s come after him yet, so he’s getting greedy…KEEP READING (Image)