I lay out my purchases and approached the till. The next customer placed her purchases behind the separating bar. I saw that she was placing....8...9...10........15,...16...17...18....19 triangular sandwich snack containers.

"Ah it's the team meeting's lunch not so?" I asked.

"Yes, that;'s right but  I'll not be eating these. I'm a First Aider."

I was surprised that a First Aider would turn up her nose at fresh brown bread enclosing a fresh vegetarian selection and told her so. But the lady at the counter who knew me as a regular customer said:

"You mis-heard her Miller. She did not say she was a First Aider. She said she was a Fussy Eater!"