‘Hello, what would you like today?’ asked the teenage girl behind the counter.
‘The roast chicken with potato salad,’ said the man before me in the cafe queue.
The girl took out the plate, spooned on a pile of potato salad, then hovered a pair of tongs above the tray of chicken.
‘Um, is there a particular piece you want?’ she asked.
‘I’d like a thigh piece,’ the man replied.
The girl lowered her tongs, uncertain. She turned around to her manager and askedÂ ‘Which one is the thigh?’
‘The triangle one.’