Dear Trader Joe’s man,

Awhile back I went to your store. You were nice, funny and beardy (all the qualities I look for in a man).

I was looking for a particular kind of chocolate, but since it was seasonal it was your unhappy task to tell me you were out. You called the closest store to see if they had it, without me asking.

When you delivered the final blow you softened the pain of my, now chocolate-less, life by offering me another kind of chocolate. For free.

You gave me the whole box.

And though it was not a large box, it was still a whole box of chocolate. For free.

Trader Joe’s man, you are a hero.