A few days ago, we went to Cobbs to buy some bread.
(Normally, this isn't an activity worth blogging about, but I'll make an exception - just this once.)
It was late in the day, and they were getting ready to close. At the counter, was an older... gentleman? Lady? I'm not sure to be honest. But here's how it played out:
Buying bread is not rocket science. Buy what you like (sourdough) or buy what your conscience says you SHOULD like (multi grain). But for the love of Pete, please buy SOMETHING so that we may ALSO buy some bread and avoid the fast food demons that were attempting to foil our cheap and healthy eating plan for the week. This person had evidently crawled out of some pre-ancient Egyptian cave, and had never actually seen bread before. The poor kid at the counter was actually having to describe, loaf by loaf, what each and every type was. In detail.
"That's country grain. It's like multi grain. It's made from seven different types of grain."
"No no, that's country grain too. It just has sesame seeds on the outside. No, it's the same thing, but with sesame seeds."
After several minutes, we gave up and left. We almost cracked and ran across the street for KFC, but compromised and went for sushi instead.