As I queue a very posh woman leaves her husband outside and pops in for a loaf. I order my large white sourdough. This is one of their speciality breads, a heady £3.20, but an absolute treat. The woman looks it over and says “Oh, I must have one of those.” The owner looks us over. He points to one fat loaf sat on the shelf below. “You ought to try this one. It's wonderful. We only have this one left.”
“Really?” she says.
“Yes, sourdough, but with caramelised onions, goats cheese and herbs. It's divine. By far our best bread.”
“Oh go on, then” she says and then, turning to me, says “Sorry”.
“No worries” I say, “Enjoy.” I hand over my money. As I leave the shop I hear the owner say, “Right, that's £3.20 for that one and £6.80 for this one. Call it a tenner.”