Dude, just go somewhere else
I overheard one side of a conversation at the supermarket last night. I couldn't hear what the person behind the bakery counter was saying, but the old man was...well, shall we say, a little upset.
"Do you have any hot cross buns? ... Buns. ... Cross. ... For Easter. Hot cross buns! ... Hot. ... They have an X on the top. ... FOR EASTER. ... Your ad said you had them. ... No, those don't have a CROSS. ... ON THE TOP. ... NO. ... HOT CROSS BUNS. ... ON THE TOP!!!"
He sounded like he was about to have a stroke or something. Seriously, if it's that important, go somewhere else. There are lots of bakeries around; I'm sure something will present itself. I mean, buy some rolls and cut the damn cross into 'em yourself, or get a tube of icing and put your own on. Sheesh.
"Do you have any hot cross buns? ... Buns. ... Cross. ... For Easter. Hot cross buns! ... Hot. ... They have an X on the top. ... FOR EASTER. ... Your ad said you had them. ... No, those don't have a CROSS. ... ON THE TOP. ... NO. ... HOT CROSS BUNS. ... ON THE TOP!!!"
He sounded like he was about to have a stroke or something. Seriously, if it's that important, go somewhere else. There are lots of bakeries around; I'm sure something will present itself. I mean, buy some rolls and cut the damn cross into 'em yourself, or get a tube of icing and put your own on. Sheesh.
posted by Robert at
7:05 AM
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