This Could Become A Powder Keg

(I am in the store to return a bicycle, and there is a woman in front of me. There is quite a line, so I decide to strike up a conversation. She’s holding a half-empty box of white powdered donuts.)

Lady: “I’m returning these donuts.”

Me: “Oh, yeah? What’s wrong with them?”

Lady: “There wasn’t enough powder on the rest of them.”

Me: “…”