With all the stress that the Washington Post causes in my mornings, it’s nice to sometimes run across a story like this.
The Eastern Market cheese counter was crowded a few weekends ago when reader Ed Oseroff witnessed this transaction:
“Hi, Alice,” the counter guy said as a short elderly woman walked up. “Let me see what you’ve got for me today.”
She held up her pad of paper, showing him a crayon drawing: four hearts scrunched in the middle of the page.
“That’s great. I’ll give you five dollars for it.”
He went to his drawer and handed her the money, gently reminding her to give him the drawing. She pocketed the $5 bill and then carefully — slowly — detached the drawing from her pad and handed it over, never saying a word but clearly proud of the exchange.
