Was at the Salvadoran bakery a block from my place yesterday, and an old woman in line behind me paid for my food. I’m not sure if she thought I was homeless or if she thought I was a lost soul that needed to be helped towards the light… (The woman in line ahead of me had just told me god loved me a few minutes before.)

Either way. Always happy to get free empanadas! Took them home, made Turkish coffee. Favorite brunch.