In search of a spoon with which to eat my Greek-style yogurt and granola, I decided to try my luck in a quiet Burger King. The server gave me a choice of big or small. I chose the smaller of the two he offered.
As an after-thought I returned to the counter. This time he looked puzzled. A supervisor approached and I had to explain myself a second time. 'It's quite strange', I said. 'Yes', she replied in clear disapproval. I looked back to my server, 'Is there any chance you could tell me yours?' I thought my luck had run dry. 'It's quite difficult. I can write it for you'. He wrote on the back of a credit card receipt. By this time another member of staff was hovering in the background with a grin on her face. 'It's from Nepal', he said. I thanked them and left with more than I had a right to expect. Perhaps I should have bought a whopper with cheese as a sign of gratitude.
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