Walking out of Casey’s Bakery on a Saturday morning with two chocolate snails and an old fashioned doughnut with the majority of a $5 bill left in my pocket seemed a bit like larceny. Maybe even highway robbery as I pondered on it a bit. Not so much that the baked goods in the white waxy paper bag I was toting seemed overpriced (quite the opposite, actually), but that a couple bucks seemed hardly enough payment for the real value I’d received from this place.