Sometimes, if time permits, I buy baked goods for the folks at work.
There's a chain that sells good stuff on my way there, so a quick stop doesn't make me late.
Since a couple of months this particular store has a new employee. Today was the third time we crossed paths. Picture a fat lesbian in her (tough to say because of the ugly) 40s with badly dyed pink short hair.
Since I've met her before, I know not to expect much, like any products that require the slightest bit of preparation being ready. I usually like to buy nice sandwiches (Belegte Brötchen) but that's too much to expect, so I settle for simple stuff like buttered pretzels.
I pull up to the store and see her lazy ass intently listening or conversing with a couple of customers sitting in the coffee/breakfast area. I enter and just as I suspected, no prep has been done but I spy five freshly buttered pretzels. Thank the Lord for small favors, I think and order exactly that, thinking I'd be in and out quickly.
She says "Ok" and waddles into the back room. I look at the objects of my desire, making sure I didn't hallucinate them.
After a couple of minutes I take a peek at what she's doing and lo and behold, she's preparing five new buttered pretzels. I say "Oh, you made fresh ones?!?", eyeing the ones on display.
She goes, "I can't sell you those. Those are for the display."
This completely broke me. "Why the heck not?" "Don't you think I'm in a hurry to get to work?"
I'd like to report her to the superiors but I'm not that kind of guy. Instead I'll wear a painter's overall and...
Sometimes, if time permits, I buy baked goods for the folks at work.
There's a chain that sells good stuff on my way there, so a quick stop doesn't make me late.
Since a couple of months this particular store has a new employee. Today was the third time we crossed paths. Picture a fat lesbian in her (tough to say because of the ugly) 40s with badly dyed pink short hair.
Since I've met her before, I know not to expect much, like any products that require the slightest bit of preparation being ready. I usually like to buy nice sandwiches (Belegte Brötchen) but that's too much to expect, so I settle for simple stuff like buttered pretzels.
I pull up to the store and see her lazy ass intently listening or conversing with a couple of customers sitting in the coffee/breakfast area. I enter and just as I suspected, no prep has been done but I spy five freshly buttered pretzels. Thank the Lord for small favors, I think and order exactly that, thinking I'd be in and out quickly.
She says "Ok" and waddles into the back room. I look at the objects of my desire, making sure I didn't hallucinate them.
After a couple of minutes I take a peek at what she's doing and lo and behold, she's preparing five new buttered pretzels. I say "Oh, you made fresh ones?!?", eyeing the ones on display.
She goes, "I can't sell you those. Those are for the display."
This completely broke me. "Why the heck not?" "Don't you think I'm in a hurry to get to work?"
I'd like to report her to the superiors but I'm not that kind of guy. Instead I'll wear a painter's overall and...
