“Four ninety-five please”, says the scrawny woman at the strawberry stand.
“Here you are”, I say as I hand her a fiver, straightening a dog-ear on it.
“That’s polite”, she says, taking the money.
“My mom told me it’s impolite to give people crumpled bank notes”, I say, smiling politely.
“My kids don’t do that”, she says as she pockets the fiver.
“It’s never too late to teach them”, I answer.
She stares blankly ahead. “Sometimes, it is.”