A rich-looking woman walks into a butcher’s shop.
She looks at the poultry on display, and finally selects the scrawniest chicken.
A little surprised, the butcher picks it up, gives her the total; and she’s on her merry way.
The next week, the lady returns, and again, despite all her apparent wealth, she chooses the smallest chicken. The butcher, again, complies, and off she goes.
The third week. Same scenario. She ignores the Poule de Bresse, the pheasants, the pintades, the fine cuts. Just…