Walk up to cafe counter. Greeted by cashier.
“Good to see you again.”
‘Good to see you.’
“What can I get you?”
‘How about a coffee in a medium to-go cup?’
“How about I give you a large but only charge you for a small?”, she smiles.
— And this is where my apparent mental illness kicks in, and all I want to say is THAT’S WHAT SHE SAID! —
But she’s standing there smiling at me — and despite the nearly irresistible urge to completely ruin what is a perfectly good moment, I simply smile back and say, ‘That would be very nice! Thank you.’
That’s what she said.