Saturday is usually the day that I make use of the weekend 10% off coupon at the little grocery store a block away. But as fate would have it, this week I waited until Sunday. I've learned my lesson. For on Saturdays there is a fruit and vegetable "market" outside on the sidewalk which sells fruits and vegetables for a cheaper price than those indoors. (I've never understood this completely, but won't argue with a good deal.) And Saturdays are the day when the cashier works, who once secretly gave me 10% off before I knew about the coupons and with whom I've established a congenial recognition. These things are not true on Sundays.
On Sundays, there is no market. I have to pay a little more for my fruits and vegetables and I have to give my money to some unknown cashier. Today she didn't organize my basket in the same way, didn't anticipate that I would proudly have and give her a coupon, and gave me an entry form for a vacation giveaway that I can't read and don't want. My cashier wouldn't do that. We've already established my limitations and simple needs.
I wonder if she noticed that I didn't come yesterday. Next week. I'll be there.