You go, Hugo

Meet Hugo, my charming deli man.  My sister Suzanne asks about him alot.  H and I play off each other very well.  Today, while he rang me up while I glanced at the front page of the paper ... I  forgot to pass him my debit card. H says ... "we've have a new rule for the new year. If you buy something, you gotta pay for it."  I say, "hardly seems fair." I should have captured his smile. He's got great choppers. He knows everybody who comes into the place and most of them are cool and he enjoys them and vice versa.  Nice work if you can get it. 

He's got it.