Kleenex

Wending my way along the aisles of a big-box store for a few household items, I saw a woman with a little boy standing before a display of Kleenex. The boy obviously needed to wipe his nose and Mom was rooting through her purse. A man of action, I took a six-pack of Kleenex from the display, tore it open and handed a box of tissues to the woman. She thanked me. I went to checkout. The cashier looked at the torn Kleenex pack and asked, “What happened?” I said, “Cleanup on aisle six.” I paid and went.