[dropcap]I[/dropcap] was in desperate need of a bag of Cheetos. It happens from time to time. I pulled over to buy a bag at the Pig.

Paper or plastic?” she asked.

“Plastic.”

“We’re out of plastic darling, sorry.”

“I guess paper then?”

“Um, well, we don’t have any at the moment. I can run to the back if you want.”

“It’s okay, I really don’t need a bag.”

“Are you sure darling? I don’t mind checking.”

“No really, I don’t need one.”

“I’m serious darling, I don’t mind a bit.”

I thought for a moment.

“Okay, what the heck,” I said. “Go fetch me a paper bag darling.” I drew out the word darling.

“I thought so,” she smiled.

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