Unfiltered Story #281852

(I am a night baker for a popular bakery/cafe. Around midnight, the cafe receives a call from a number I don’t recognize. Since I’m the only one there, I answer, thinking it’s probably important. I am immediately proven wrong when the caller starts slurring his words.)

Me: Hello?
Caller: Can I get some bread bowls?
Me (not knowing how to respond): Uh, we’re closed.
Caller: Ooooooohhh. (Pause) Can I get some bread bowls?

(Then, he hung up. I told my boss about this, and she laughed and told me getting drunk callers was a right of passage in this field.)