A Happy Memory From The Past(y)

I was at the Great British Beer Festival, and one of the food stalls had a “guess the weight of the pasty” game going on. After examining the glorious behemoth of pastry, I got the stallholder’s attention.

Me: “Am I allowed to pick up the pasty?”

They agreed, and I did so very carefully before putting it down, very gently. As I turned to leave, I was offered a pasty on the house. After dancing the yes/no tango of manners, I accepted and asked why.

Stallholder: “You are the first person to actually ask to pick it up. We have already had to make two new ones because of people just grabbing it and then dropping it.”

I chose a steak and Stilton pasty, and it was the best pasty I have ever eaten.