At the supermarket near our convent, I hurriedly filled my cart. Suddenly, an uneasy feeling struck me: I might not have enough money to pay for all the goods. In desperation, I emptied all the items onto the floor and, kneeling down, began to add up the prices.
Just then, a young supervisor strolled over, bent down, and whispered confidentially, "It doesn't matter how hard you pray, sister. We're not reducing the prices."