"Are you from North of the Border?" he asked.
"No, I'm very much a Southern boy" I replied.
"I only ask because I see you've bought Haggis and Black pudding" he continued.
He was about my age, white haired and had a big pleasant smile.
"It was the last Haggis on the shelf, so I thought I'd better buy it whilst the going was good" I said laughing.
"There'll be plenty more" said the check-out lady. "The shelf might already be filled again" she said optimistically.
"How do you eat it?" asked the old gentleman.
"I expect the Scots would have me hanged for it, but I cut 1cm slices (it comes in a thick tube) and fry for a short while" I replied. "None of the neaps-n-tatties for me I'm afraid, I'm a rebel"
"Is it good?" he asked.
"For a commercial product it's OK. There are other ones that I prefer, but M & S is my nearest supplier, so when the urge is there I buy wherever I can".
I paid my bill, wished him a good day, and returned home for my Sunday breakfast (above). What a very pleasant couple of minutes at a check-out desk.