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Last week, at the Tuesday Berkeley Farmer’s Market, I did something dumb. I bought a pound of walnuts, and then laid it down on the bread vendor’s table while buying a vegan chocolate chip cookie. I realized hours later, when I wondered where my walnuts were, that this must have been what happened.

Yesterday, while buying a loaf of bread, I asked the guy: “Were you here last week?” He had been. “Did I leave a bag of walnuts here?”

Mind you, I was just looking to have my suspicion confirmed. Sort of like the W.C. Fields movie scene:

“May I ask you something? Was I in this establishment last night?” “Why, yes, sir, you were.”

“And did I spend the entirety of a twenty dollar bill?”

“Yes, sir, you did.”

“That comes as a great relief to me. I had feared that I had lost it.”

I figured the guy’d say something like “Yeah, thanks, dude! I made some kick-ass granola with them,” and that would have been fair enough.

But, no. Last week, he had returned the walnuts to their vendor and explained that someone had left them. And yesterday, he walked over to the vendor with me to vouch that it was me, and the vendor cheerfully gave me another bag.

And that’s how good Berkeley is.