“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.”


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