Sunday morning in downtown Moose Jaw. It just sounds pleasant, doesn't it? It is, usually. Not yesterday.
My weekly trip to my favourite drug store was disturbed by a shoplifter. He was intercepted and ejected by one of the clerks. The boy was shaking and crying and apologetic. The clerk - visibly rattled. I felt bad for both of them. The boy likely has an addiction to feed. The clerk has a family to feed and doesn't get paid enough to be in dangerous situations like that.
Then, later, at the grocery store, I witnessed a domestic dispute near the front entrance. A young couple - not getting along. There was anger and tears and desperation. Police were called to defuse the situation. They did.
I was a little rattled myself by the time I got home to unpack my supplies. And, as I did, I thought about how lucky I am to live the life I live.
How was your Sunday?