Was thrown for a loop when a cashier I didn’t recognize at the Pizza Studio rang up the 2.17 for the drink, saw me take the bills out of my wallet, then told me it was on the house. “It’s hot out there,” she said. It really wasn’t, but I was still dressed ten degrees warmer. (The loop came when I nearly walked out with the empty cup.) Could she have smelled the char-grilling on my clothes from next door, or was the guilt the other way around, and they looked worse than I could have ever imagined? I’ve been concerned about overpatching the jeans. Regardless, I wasn’t coming back for a refill.
My last one was over 7 years ago. Excel says next is due on 5/6/2021.
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