Rice Cakes

I handed the coupon to the cashier and he smirked. I had bought ten bags of rice cakes.

“You like rice cakes,” he said.

“Yes.”

“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.