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    Born To Nag

    | Pennsylvania, USA |

    (I was traying up baked goods one Friday night, and around 8 o’clock a middle aged woman walks up to the counter.)

    Woman: “Hello, excuse me?”

    Me: “Yes? Do you need help with anything?”

    Woman: “Yes, I’d like to know if you have baked bread on Sundays?”

    Me: “Yes…this is a bakery. We have fresh bread everyday.”

    Woman: “I know! I was just wondering if it was fresh on Sundays! I don’t want to come in and buy stale bread. I bought a stale loaf one time and it was disgusting!”

    Me: “Well, yes, we do. We don’t sell stale bread, ma’am, or we would get in trouble.”

    Woman: “Okay, I was just making sure! If there was stale bread I would’ve been angry!”

    Me: “Well we actually can’t sell stale bread…it’s a health code issue…”

    Woman: “Well, GOOD! I’m glad you’re finally doing your job.”

    Me: “…”

    (The woman storms off.)