Upon exiting the Metro today on my way to dialysis, I decided to walk through the local food court instead of bypassing it (no pun intended). The very first shop features mostly Mediterranean fare, and the cheapest item on the menu was a $2.00 samosa. Samosas are delicious little deep-fried pockets of veggie goodness. Unfortunately this version, like most, contained peas and potatoes – two renal diet no-nos. Today I decided that I was tired of walking by the stand empty-handed and that it was time to find out what a $2.00 samosa tasted like. (I wasn’t going to eat it until I got home later in the day.)
The counter guy rang up $2.20, took my three dollars, put my samosa in one of those clear wax-paper pseudo-bag things, and started to make change. I asked him if he had an actual bag to put the samosa in. He said he didn’t have any small bags. I explained that I didn’t want to eat it until I got home later in the day; he was still unwilling to assist. I said “Okay, may I please have my money back?” He briefly hesitated, and I thought to myself “Oh boy, here comes one of those Curb Your Enthusiasm-type moments”. I was not excited about it. Fortunately, Mr. Counter Guy bought a vowel and handed me back my $3.00.
As I got the hell out of there, I thought to myself that a higher power, knowing what was good for me when I did not, intervened to make sure that I did not walk away with that samosa. The kicker is that that afternoon I needed that $3.00 to pay for a special medicine delivery at the dialysis center. I anticipated having to pay cash to the messenger, and brought along $4.00 for that purpose. The delivery cost $2.79; I gave the messenger $3.00, and advised him to keep the change.
Thanks for looking out, Powers That Be! You know who you are.
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