Short of a pizza, there was nothing viable in the flat this morning for my breakfast. So on my walk to work, I passed a little bakery, ten minutes late for work already. So I crossed the road and decided to pop in.
I investigated my wallet. Not good news. I could assume that they weren’t going to take Visa for a £2 snack, so I was going to have to turn on the charm.
“May I help you?”
“Um… I’ve got… £1.40. What can I get for £1.40?”
“Well, what would you like?”
“Just a little something for breakfast really. My cupboards are bare, and so I’m only really looking for a substitute for two slices of toast.”
“I’m feeling generous – I’ll do you a bacon roll for £1.40”
“Bless you. That’s very kind.”
“Butter?”
“Yes, please.”
“Any sauce?”
“No, thank you.”
Easy. I arrived at work ten minutes later, with my nice greasy bacon roll ready to meet its destiny in the usual way. I emptied my pockets to find another £1.40.
So in the interests of restoring the balance of things, I am going to go in at the same time tomorrow morning, and if the same girl is working behind the counter then I shall have another bacon roll, and I shall pay up the outstanding balance. I think it’s only fair.
It was a pretty good bacon roll as well.