And Then Honesty...

   I did a little solo shopping this morning as my little nest of vipers was busy in the kitchen preparing a gastronomic delight of chicken feet and chili for her lunch.
   After a brief walk round the store I located wot I wanted and prepared to the checkout area. It was priced at five pounds seventy-five pence so as I was number three in the queue I sorted out the seventy-five pence from that small copper and silver you tend to accumulate in your left pocket.
   My turn came, the young lady scanned the item and confirmed the price so holding the fiver in my left hand, I poured the assorted small denomination coins into her hand saying, “Please count that very carefully as the last person to count it was me.”
   Count it she did, several times, suggesting counting wasn’t her strongest subject and declared it to be correct.  
   She then proceeded to place the coins in their rightful receptacles in her till, then closed said till and asked if I’d like a receipt. At this, I looked her in the eye and asked if she’d like the five pound note I had in my hand.
   There was a loud humming noise as her brain quickly engaged followed by a bright, wide smile as she accepted the fiver. All  I suggesting I was now her newest bestest friend.

Quote;  Plato.

“Honesty is for the most part less profitable than dishonesty.”