After my peculiar Thanksgiving day shopping trip, I got sick. I know one had nothing to do with the other, but I've been under the weather since Friday, so I didn't get out much this weekend. Today I wanted something for dinner that was unrelated to turkey, so I walked down the street to my local, and very expensive, Italian specialty foods store.
This place is usually worth the expense. They make all their pastas, the deli selection of quiches, hot dishes, salads, and meats is excellent. And everyone in there is very nice. I've been in for lunch a few times on the weekends, and they always offer free samples of their newest wines.
I grabbed a slice of the spinach fritata and a salad and headed to the checkout. The guy behind the counter offered me a free sample of their newest white wine. I wasn't going to debate the merits of taking this TO GO (which, yeah, is illegal) and I politely declined. When he asked if I was certain, I explained that it wouldn't taste good with my cold. He pondered this for a minute before asking if perhaps I wanted a glass of Prosecco. He said something about how the bubbles might be helpful for my stuffy-ness. I again declined.
He rang me up, but hesitated a few seconds in passing along my reciept. "Here," he said, "this is on the house." And he handed me a Halls cough drop that looked like it had been sitting in his pocket for several months. The wrapper was tattered and the lozenge had kind of bled through the wrapper, making it a little sticky.
Not certain what etiquette applies in this situation, I thanked him for his help and left the store. And threw out the icky cough drop in the first available trash bin.
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