I handed the coupon to the cashier and he smirked. I had bought ten bags of rice cakes.
“You like rice cakes,” he said.
“Pickles are on sale, you want those too?”
“No.” I felt like we were making progress, when he said “My dad made a small fortune trading rice futures but blew it all in Vegas. I don’t blame him though.”
“What’s done is done,” I said.
“Have a great day,” he said.