Refill

It was my turn to walk up to the register to pay for the urban gourmet lemonade. The lady asks how I am, I ask how she is, she rings up the fountain drink, but before I swipe, she turns around picks up a package of crackers as if to see the price, and before I say anything, she charges it, discounts it and pushes it towards me saying "take this, I can read minds." And I'm watching the whole transaction so gratefully. Not so much for the crackers, but really how genuinely surprised I was. She asked if I wasn't going to take the peanut butter. "It's on Mr. Parker's."
So sweet. Really. So sweet.