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I’m at a small grocery store. If I remember right, the owner doesn’t let me in at first, because the store is closed. I get in and get the things I need. There are two lines, both very long. I choose one. Another lane opens and people pour in, me being a bit late. The new line remains the shortest though, and I move over there. I get to the checkout and the cashier is the owner. As he check my things another customer comes and asks about a hair growth product. The owner, jokingly, says that it costs 30 euros – per hair. The customer starts counting his strands of hair, but is unable to count them all and gives up. The cashier checks the rest of my stuff. There are fruit, vegetables and a few colorful boxes of things. They are all pretty small.