I was driving through Santa Ana and stopped at a liquor store to buy a bottle of ice tea. An old, drunk wino stood at the checkout stand and was attempting to purchase of a pint of vodka. He had laid all his money on the counter and stood silently as the Asian proprietor, with one hand on the bottle, counted the change.
"You twenty-seven cents short," the proprietor said.
The wino reached into his pocket but came up empty. The look of disappointment on his face was heartbreaking. "I have a little spare change," I said, and threw down a couple of quarters.
The proprietor bagged up the bottle and put the money into the drawer. The wino turned to me and said, "Thank you, Sir. You must be a Christian."
