A working-class man’s wife used to bake loaves of bread, and he’d sell them to the local grocery store. Each loaf was said to weigh exactly one kilogram, and the little extra income helped them keep their heads above water.
One day, though, the grocer started to doubt the man’s honesty. Just to be sure, he weighed the bread himself—and found that each loaf was only about 900 grams, not a full kilo. Angry at what he saw as deception, he decided to confront the man.
The next morning, when the man came in with his usual batch, the grocer snapped at him:
“Don’t bother bringing your bread anymore. I’m not buying another loaf from you. You told me each one weighed a kilo, but they don’t. They’re light. I don’t deal with liars!”
The poor man’s face fell. He looked down, then quietly replied:
“We don’t own a scale at home, sir. I’ve always used a kilo of sugar I bought from you as our measure. That’s how my wife and I make sure the bread is fair…
