When I was 7, my mom sent me to the grocery store to buy a can of soup. I can’t remember if it was mushroom or chicken noodle or tomato, but it doesn’t really matter.
We lived in a small town so me walking a couple of blocks back in those days (early 1960) was no big deal. And back then, we charged everything and our parents settled with the store at the end of the month.
I went to the store, didn’t ask for help, and picked out the soup I thought mom wanted. That was my first mistake. The soup I bought wasn’t what I was sent to buy so mom sent me back to return the soup, ask for help and bring back what she needed.
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