mold anyone?

I was looking at a kitchen magazine and they had some lovely cheese tags. The picture reminded me of an anecdote from when I was younger.
I was at Bruno's waiting on my mother. She was having lunchmeats cut for us and I was looking at the cheeses as I always did. I liked to squeeze them trying to find out how soft they were. I liked Mozzarella far before I ever tried it simply because it was so soft.
Well, I found a cheese that was moldy. I was embarrassed to think that they were so careless as to let their cheeses go bad like that.
I brought the cheese to a baker and he took it with a knowing, amused, and puzzled look. It was as though he wanted to laugh at me with disdain. I thought he was arrogant not to be grateful I spared them from embarrassment.
I went back to the rack and found another. I returned to the baker and gave that one to him as well.
I did find more, and in irritation I wrote them off as ignorant and left the rest.
I bet the cheese was Blue Cheese, on further reflection.