Not Bready For The Holidays

(We’re a small bread store that bakes everything fresh daily. We don’t have anything frozen or hidden in the back to sell, though some customers don’t seem to understand this. It is Christmas Eve and we have been slammed with customers. Even though we close at three, we’ve sold out of pretty much everything by noon. It is 2:30 and my dad and I are cleaning up and getting ready to close up shop. At this point, we’re just waiting on a couple of orders and we’ve put a ‘sold out’ sign in the window. Despite the sign, some people have wandered in and asked if we’re really sold out of bread, but are polite and understanding when we tell them we’ve got only a couple cookies left. I’m cleaning up some of the unending flour mess when this couple walks in:)

Dad: “Hello! As you can see, we’re pretty much sold out.”

Lady: “What’s that there?” *points at the rack where we’ve got the remaining orders*

Dad: “Those are orders we’re holding.”

Lady: “I’ll buy that loaf there.”

Dad: “I’m sorry, ma’am, but that bread belongs to someone who placed an order earlier. All we’ve got are these cookies and this roll.”

Lady: “But I’m here and I have money.”

Dad: *trying not to lose his cool and yell at her* “Ma’am, that loaf is already sold.”

Lady: “You’re really out of bread?”

Dad: “Yes. Sorry about that. Have a Merry Christmas!”

(The couple leaves. Just as the door closes and they walk down the street.)

Dad: “You’d be really mad if that order was yours and I sold it!”