As I picked up mine, the man asked the shop assistant nearby what the difference was between the two makes of Selkirk Bannock on display. He listened to her answer, then turning to me asked why I had chosen the Bannock in held in my hand. I gave him an explanation, then trotted off to do a little more shopping. At the desk, I was watching the assistant check the items through the till, when I felt a nudge, and to my amazement turned to find the man holding out two Selkirk Bannocks, one in each hand;
"Would you look at these two for me and say which one you think is best?"
The shop assistant he had chatted to earlier was in earshot and she looked as surprised as I felt and probably looked.
In for a penny, in for a pound, (as the saying goes) I duly checked out both buns. While the man watched, I inspected them top sides and bottom. I offered him the one I preferred. He promptly placed the Bannock on the counter and left to return the deselected one to its place. I turned just in time to see the cashier tap the cost of his 'bun' on to my bill and put it in the bag with my goods.
"Oh no it's not mine." I said. The cashier queried this in a high pitched voice......
"Just delete it off the bill" said the first shop assistant, "and I'll explain later". Turning to me, she added "You've become the personal shopper".
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