"I haven't set eyes on a customer all day," I told Grant.
"You go read a book; I'll take care of this one."
'This one' was a lanky, nice-looking man of about forty.
"That radio on the desk there," he said without preamble. "I noticed it's for rent. Guess I'll take it."
"Okay. Fifty cents," I said.
He flipped half a dollar toward me, picked up the radio, and exclaimed, "Sold!"
"No, just rented," I answered wittily.
We laughed, and he went out, carrying the radio. Grant had been listening.
"Who was that?" he asked casually as I came into the living room.
"A man from one of the cabins."