tonight at work when I young girl (about 8 or 9) came up to the counter to make an order. When I told her that unfortunately we don’t do grilled fish, she said
“Oh, I’ll just have 4 dollars of chips then as I have my family waiting out in the car.”
Patiently I waited as she, with difficulty, dug out the change from her right pocket. Seeming to feel the need to fill the relative silence with conversation, she mused
“Steggles? Huh, not the best quality, but I am used to organic chicken.”
Smiling to myself and shaking my head slightly, I cooked her order.