Sporty service

I had a business trip to London on Wednesday before Easter. Today I realised I still had British pounds in my wallet. The moment of realisation came while trying to pay for lunch at Lilloseter, a so-called Sports Cafeteria. The forests around Oslo have a number of these cafés, and they offer "refreshments to the weary traveller". At horrendous prices, of course, but that's a different story.

Today I stood there, my tray full of lunch, and no valid cash.

The lady behind the counter smiled and handed me the receipt. "You're not the first one in that situation. Just pay the next time you come by, that's OK."

Bless 'em!