One of my ride-a-long pals on the GO train was talking about a recent visit she made to a local groceteria and an encounter with another customer. I love colourful exchanges with the public as told by her because generally, she always seems to have been wronged in some way that I find entertaining.
The store she went to makes their own (very delicious) bread and they slice it for you while you wait. She had gone in for a loaf of their sourdough and was standing behind a man in line at the counter. There were only two loaves left and it was close to the end of the day. When he ordered one, she figured everything would be fine. As the counter person started to slice it for him, he said ‘You know what? I’ll take them both’.
Sensing there might still be hope, she leaned around and said ‘Ohhhhh, that’s why I was here lined up, I was hoping to get one of those sourdoughs too’. He didn’t bother turning around and instead addressed the counter person, ‘Too bad, I’m taking them both’.
The prospect of a long night with no sourdough set her off. ‘Well aren’t you a sweet man? I hope you really enjoy both those loaves and have a great night!’. Without looking at her, he brushed past her with the prize and said ‘Don’t worry, I will’.
She was livid and said she wouldn’t have minded so much if he hadn’t been rude to her. I wondered if that was true, I mean she did get all up in his grill pretty quickly right? After we stopped laughing, I said that while I might have given her the loaf depending on her tone, I would have been more likely to just sweetly say ‘Ohhhhh, sorry about that’.
We may never know who had the bigger bread emergency that night but I do know at least four people got a story out of it.