Both the Chief and Mona are in the convenience store. They walk over to the dairy aisle, in search of milk. The two reach for the last carton of milk at the same time.
Chief: “Oh...sorry,” he says quietly and retracts his hand.
Mona: “No, no I’m sorry.” She says, slightly intimidated by the larger man.
Chief: “No. You can have it.”
Mona: “Are you sure?”
Chief: “yes.”
Mona takes the milk, and the Chief goes to another aisle to find a gallon of water.
Later, the two meet again while in the checkout line. The Chief is in front of Mona, and he tries to avoid talking to her, but Mona notices him. He towers over her.
Mona: “Hi again.”
Chief: While turning around, he mutters “Oh...hello.”
Mona: “Thank you for letting me take this milk. My mom just ran out and she needs it to make dinner.”
Chief: “You’re welcome.”
Mona: “My name is Mona, by the way.”
Chief: “...”
Mona: “And you are…?”
Chief: “Bromden.”
Mona: “Well good to meet you, Mr. Bromden. Thanks again for the milk.”
Chief: “You’re welcome.”
Mona: “Hey, by the way, are you an Indian? I don’t mean to be nosey or anything, I’m just curious.”
Chief: “You could say that I am.”
Mona: “Oh cool. It’s kinda neat meeting different people. Sorry, I just like knowing other people’s backgrounds.”
The cashier rings a bell, indicating that the next customer can check out. The Chief proceeds to walk towards the checkout counter.
Mona: “Hey! It was nice meeting you, Mr Bromden.”
Chief: “You too.” He lumbers away without looking back.
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