Wednesday late afternoon is a moment I look forward to. After work, I walk down the street to an Italian grocery store and go to the cash counter to find my treat: a package of S-biscuits. They are S-shaped biscuits that are the least expensive yet the most satisfactory.
A kind-looking elder gentleman, the owner of the store, often stands at the counter and helps me with my purchase. Though I only get one item, his attitude is sincere as he hands me back the receipt.
That Wednesday, I marched straight to the cash counter as usual, but couldn’t find the familiar package of S-biscuits. I walked around the store, checking if they were placed on another shelf, but I still didn’t see any. I walked back to the cash counter.
The owner stood there, looking in my direction with an apologetic expression.
“You don’t have S-biscuits today?”
He shook his head. “No, I’m sorry. They’ll come in next Tuesday.”
“Oh, next Tuesday.”
“I’m sorry.”
His eyes were kind, and I was touched that he’d remembered I liked S-biscuits. I’d come back next Wednesday. That’s for sure. The S-biscuits are my special treat I always buy on Wednesday at this Italian grocery store.