“Our customers always end up having to pay twice our price.” That’s basically what my butcher told me when I returned to her and asked why I got billed two kilos when I only wanted one. They added one kilo of bones, without asking me or telling me.
I have never witnessed a more immoral business practice. In fact, I still feel stained by this interaction. Which is curious. Why would I feel the need to clean myself after being part of an immoral interaction? Probably because I also consider it immoral to remain silent in the face of immoral behaviour.
Observing my own sense of morality is profoundly interesting to me. I do not know why I feel that way. But I know what I have to do to restore the illusion of justice in the world.