The gift is to the giver

The man walked into the grocery store, wearing his misfortune like the shy and crooked grin on his careworn face. The store clerk did not know where the man had come from. He just sort of appeared, there in front of the clerk, who looked up and saw this stranger standing before him. Literally speaking, the man had just come from a station wagon, with out-of-state plates, parked in the lot at…