[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.