A good day

Jan was having a 'good day'.
I mentioned that I fancied pasta for lunch and she said, 'that's exactly what you are going to get.'
'Isn't it scary how we often think the same things,' she said?
'It would be even more scary if you really knew what I was thinking,' I said to myself.
Anyway, on the way back from wherever we popped into Booths because I fancied my favourite, pasta al vongole and we needed clams. They didn't have any but they did have some good looking cockles (which are actually clams by another name) and I asked for half a kilo.
My newest best friend (didn't catch his name) weighed out 500 grams and, realising that he only had about 250 grams left, muttered to himself, 'I'll never sell that small quantity,' so he put them into our bag free gratis.
This is one good store. I think I've said that before.
The pasta was the best Jan had ever cooked so all in all a very good day.