Baking Up A Fiendish Scheme
Me: “Hi, [Regular]! Are you finding things okay?”
Regular: “No! Where is that bread I like? You’re always moving things around. I’m an old lady. I shouldn’t have to look for things. You people should do more to help the elderly.”
Me: “I would be happy to help you look. Remind me which bread you like?”
Regular: “You know which one. It’s the one with the man on it!”
(I look at the bread section and see two different brands with a man on the package. I pick one and ask her of this is the one.)
Regular: “No! I hate that man! Don’t even show him to me!”
(It is a cartoon-like drawing of a happy baker. The other brand also has a drawing of a baker.)
Me: “Wow, I’m sorry. The only other bread we have with a man on the package is this other one. Is this the bread you were looking for?”
Regular: “No! I hate that man, too! They are all criminals who don’t know about bread!”
Me: “Okay. Well, these are the only two kinds of bread we carry that have men on the package.”
Regular: *angrily* “I know you. I know your type. You Greeks are always trying to rip me off. You look me in the eye when you are lying to me!”
(Yup. You got me, lady. I am the one who hides bread with cartoon drawings of bakers on the package from old ladies. Busted!)