My grandmother was known as the cheapest woman in the world—she saved every penny and lived with intense frugality. After she passed away, I inherited a $50 gift card from her. I almost gave it away, thinking it was nothing special. But something nudged me to use it instead. At the store, everything changed when I handed it to the cashier.
She turned pale, froze, and quickly called the manager. The air in the store shifted—people stared, the room felt tense, and I was confused. In the manager’s office, I was asked for my grandmother’s name. When I said “Margaret Harper,” the manager’s eyes softened. Then she revealed something I never expected.
