¶ At Schaller & Weber, the counterman wrapped up the first two items that I ordered as if they were all I wanted. (It was a bit hectic in there.) “No,” I said, “I need some other things.” So, when we were really done, he handed me two bags. I paid and went home. I unpacked the bags promptly. But where was the American cheese?

I peered closely at the receipts. All they showed were dollar amounts, but I could tell that I had been charged for five items when I had ordered six (or six instead of seven), so, having put everything in the refrigerator, I went back to the shop, which is, after all, just across the street. Because I did need the cheese.

The counterman saw me and smiled. “You forgot my cheese,” I said. “But you didn’t charge me.” I felt it necessary to make it clear that I wasn’t accusing him of any impropriety. “You’re right,” he said, “I didn’t. But you were good enough to walk back for it.” He handed me a small bag with the cheese in it. There was no receipt — nothing to pay at checkout. “No,” he said, when I protested. “You came back for it.”

While I think that this was very nice of him, I am slightly puzzled by the logic. Perhaps he felt sorry for inconveniencing an old man. 

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