Filo Pastry Or Fool-Her Pastry?

I work at a popular bakery in my town. As a server, my job is to take your order, put it in a box, and take it to the register. When your box exceeds a certain number of pastries, I am required to get them from the racks we have in the back. This is because we do not want to empty the displays in the front, and the pastries from the back are usually a little bit fresher.

A customer orders a dozen pastries, so I excuse myself to the back to get them. I come back, and she is furious:

Customer: “I like the ones right there in the front! Not from the back, but those!”

I calmly take the rack from the display and place it on the table behind it; she can’t see the box with the pastries nor the rack from the front. I pretend to scramble things up and move pastries around.

I do ABSOLUTELY nothing, not even move a pastry. I show her the box, and she promptly replies.

Customer: “Yes, those are the ones I like!”

My coworkers and I had a good laugh about it in the break room later that day.