Avengers… Assemble The Cake!
I’m at the grocery store shopping for cookie ingredients. A middle-aged woman walks up to me while I look for something extra to put on the cookies.
Customer: “Excuse me, where is the [Brand] caramelized milk?”
I figure she asked me because I was looking intently at the shelves, and I look around a little.
Me: “Well, seems like there isn’t any. Sometimes it’s on sale at the end of the aisle; hold on.”
I leave to check around the corner and come back.
Me: “Nope, nothing. Seems they ran out.”
Customer: “Oh, that’s too bad. You see, I wanted [Brand] to make a cake, but this [Other Brand] is always too sweet, and this other—”
She continues rambling about caramelized milk brands and I end up tuning her out because she starts mumbling and talking while looking away. I reassume staring at the shelf, assuming she’s just talking alone by now, when suddenly she whips back and stares at me.
Customer: “Are you sure you don’t have [Brand]?”
Me: “Uh… no.”
Customer: “You work here, right?”
I looked down at my Captain America shirt and shook my head. She then rambled some more, this time about powdered sugar, before grabbing a different brand and stalking off, leaving me to wonder if the Avengers worked the morning shift.