This morning, a complete stranger made me cry in the Texaco parking lot. I had just finished getting my car quick-washed and was getting ready to merge into the exit lane, just waiting for a little more space to open up.  My latte was just the right temperature.  I had just cleared some space in the cup holder after giving $1.50 in quarters to a homeless man named Alfred.  I was feeling pretty excited, as I was on my way to celebrate birthday lunch with my bestie. Just started to roll into the open space in front of me when…