On the escalator into the Montgomery BART station, I could hear a boy selling chocolate bars at the bottom. Since I'm on my way to the airport to go to Phoenix for a long weekend (Go Ducks!), I decided to buy three bars - one for me, Mike, and his cousin Christopher. This is actually a tradition of mine. Every time I'm at an airport awaiting a departing flight, i buy a candy bar. This used to be a special treat for me, as I rarely flew and was also very restrictive with my intake of sweets. Chocolate is now an important part of my daily diet (it goes air, water, then chocolate), so it's not really a special treat, but I'm not one to break tradition.
Ok... Now back to the salesboy. I pulled out my smallest bill, a ten, and asked for three bars and change. He looked into his box, counted the number of remaining bars (seven) looked up at me and said "can you buy five?" Surprised (and impressed) by his forwardness, I feigned shock and said, "you want me to buy five?!". He then looked up at me with big eyes through Harry Potter glasses and a meek smile and said "Please?".
And now I am ten dollars poorer but five candy bars richer.
I'm such a sucker :)
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