I made the butcher smile today.

I went to Everett's and picked out a nice prime T-bone an inch and a half thick, ten bucks a pound, possibly the best steak I've ever eaten, for sure best one I've ever cooked. Butcher wraps it, hands it to me, "anything else?". Um, yes, I'd like a half-pound of beef sticks too please. Wraps it, hands it to me, "anything else?". No thanks... Seconds later, noticing the jumbo chicken wings a bit further down, looking up to see he's followed me down the semi-crowded counter; "...well, maybe half of that; two and a half pounds? yes, good." Wraps it, handing it to me: "anything else?" No, I'm going home before I get everything else.