"Do you want your cute little pumpkin in the bag, or would you like to carry it with you?" the cashier asked as he finished ringing up and packing my order.
"Oh, the bag is fine," I answered, gesturing at the small pie pumpkin I was going to steam and make a casserole from. "That one is food, not friend."
"Okay," he laughed as he dropped it in the bag. "Sorry, fella."
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