On Tuesday, Gary went to the supermarket for lunch.

“Good morning, Linda!” he said to Linda, shuffling past the checkouts and through the crisps aisle.

“Good morning, Gary!” she replied, looking up as she scanned a packet of digestives for Paul.

Gary made his way slowly to the deli counter.

“Good morning, Daniel!” he said to Daniel.

“Good morning, Gary!”  he replied, with a mix of weary reservation and chipperness.

Gary surveyed the goods. “I think I’ll try a bit of this Wensleydale!” He reached to grab piece with a little cocktail stick. “And chutney, too! And a little cracker!” His eyes salivated. He popped the treat in his mouth and chomped, evidently concentrating very hard and looking to the side as he did so, making large washing-machine like motions with his mouth. After much consideration he exclaimed: “Delicious!”

“Would you like to buy some today, Gary?” asked Daniel.

“Oh, well, maybe I’ll just try one of the others!” Daniel wasn’t surprised. “Ah, pork pie!” Gary shuffled along the counter and tried the next thing. And the next, and the next. Eventually, after trying everything once, he rubbed his stomach and said “Well, I’m quite full now!” and shuffled off.