Wishful Inching

(A customer and her husband are ordering our store-made bologna, which is an elongated, flesh-coloured shape.)

Customer: “I don’t want it sliced. Just cut me a piece about 1 inch long.”

Husband: “So, about this much.” *holds up two fingers about 4 inches apart*

(The wife and I both grin.)

Customer: “That isn’t one inch!”

Me: “Well, we all know how men like to exaggerate about the size of their meat.”