Born To Nag

(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 every day.”

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.)