Bread Is The Bad Staff Of Life

(I’m at a very famous sandwich shop chain, ordering a sandwich for dinner.)

Clerk: “And what kind of bread would you like?”

Me: “What kinds of bread do you have?”

(The clerk points to a diagram listing all their breads.)

Clerk: “Read the sign.”

Me: “Okay… um… I’ll have Parmesan oregano.”

Clerk: “We’re all out.”

Me: “Oh. I’ll have Italian herbs and cheese then.”

Clerk: “We’re all out.”

Me: “Honey oat?”

Clerk: “We’re all out.”

Me: “Well, what kinds of bread do you have?”

(The clerk once again points to the diagram and is quite angry now.)

Clerk: “READ THE SIGN!”

(There is NOTHING on the sign saying what kinds of bread they are all out of.)

Me: “Let me rephrase. What kinds of bread are you NOT all out of?”

Clerk: “Oh… All we have right now is white bread.”

Me: “Then I’ll take that.”