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• I got to the checkout counter and handed over, reluctantly, my Apple Fritter in order to pay for it. It is the best $.79 I spend every day.
• Then the inevitable happened.
• "I'm sorry," the young lady behind the counter said, "but there is something wrong with this Apple Fritter."
• Boy, did she have my attention. I was about to give her a piece of my mind. Who did she think she was? My wife? I wanted to give her a spicy lecture on the importance of the Apple Fritter in question. In my mind, there was nothing wrong with this Apple Fritter.
• I do not often get my dander up. After all, I do not have the hair I used to have, so it is rather difficult to do it. This rather came close for me.
• As I stood there steaming, she looked at me and said, "I'm sorry, the pricing is wrong on this Apple Fritter. I guess the bakery department made a mistake." She then paused for a moment, did something on the cash machine and then said some words that caused me to dance in the aisles.
• "I'm sorry that this mistake happened, so according to our store policy, this Apple Fritter is free."
• I stood there unable to speak. All my reservations about "free," went out the window. I smiled. I smiled a smile that went from one end of the store to the other. Then to make sure I understood correctly I asked her, "Are you sure this is free?"
• When she answered in the affirmative, I gently picked up that "free" Apple Fritter and departed from the store not afraid for anybody to see my Apple Fritter and me

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