The latter went to the door and turned it around so that the back was visible.
That’s so, he replied—you owe me for a cheese.
A cheese? replied the customer. No, I don’t.
The storekeeper looked at the door again.
That’s so, he said, it’s a grindstone; I didn’t see the dot in the middle.
Can I get off tomorrow?
You’ve been off a good deal lately.
I want to get my eyes examined.