An old man is grocery shopping with his grandson, a toddler, who sits in the
cart, crying hysterically.
As the elderly gent pushes the cart through the aisles, selecting his items,
shoppers hear him speaking in a soft voice:
'We are almost done, Albert,' he says, 'Try not to cry, Albert. Life will
get better Albert, I promise you.'
The child screams louder, feet kicking, arms flailing. They reach the
checkout counter.
'Try not to be upset, Albert, says the old man. We will be home soon,
Albert. All will be well.'
He pays the cashier, while the toddler thrashes and screams.
There, there, Albert, mutters the man. Try to control yourself.
The woman behind him in line feels compelled to comment.
'Sir, I think it's wonderful how sweet and patient you're being to your
little grandson Albert', she says.
The old gentleman blinks, puzzled, then says, 'My grandson's name is John.
I'm Albert.'
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