It was unexpected, out of the blue, quotidian, but not.
I saw them setting up earlier, dad and mom doing all the heavy work. After the setup, I approached.
“I want to talk to the CEO.”
Dad looks at the daughter.
“Do you want cherries?” she asks.
Yes. “How much?”
“Hmmm, how about three dollars?”
She looks at her dad, who looks away.
She’s reluctant, a typically indecisive female child, so I move the basket of cherries from the lineup to a visual differentiation.
“OK, see this basket?”
“Yes,” she replies.
“I want that basket of cherries more than I want the three dollars in my pocket. Do you want the three dollars in my pocket more than you want this basket of cherries?”
She looks quizzically, at dad again, who smiles and looks away.
“What’s your pick; is it three dollars, or this one basket of cherries?” I ask.
We had a deal, and I tipped her $2 for tolerating my economics lesson.
And that dropped me straight out of the ketogenic dispensation.