"Pastries!"
"Pastries?'
"Pastries."
"No." The man in front of me was not a chef, nor was he a baker, nor was he someone who I often had spoken with, nor was he someone I cared to speak with ever again. He was an annoying customer, the kind that never buys anything yet takes up most of my time (so basically the customer version of myself). He was trying to tell me I needed to sell food, because firearms and sticky baked treats always works out fantastically. I was really at a loss as to why he thought I personally needed to sell pastries, especially since within sight range of my store was at least two seperate places to buy food.
"You're not even listening to what I'm saying."
"You're completely right, I am not listening at all." People always get this shocked look on their face when I'm honest with them, which is confusing to me, they want honesty, and yet are surprised to get it. Proving once and for all no one wants what they want. He got a nasty look on his face and left. I smiled, my smile would vanish when he returned three more freaking times! I swear to god this man and his stupid want of pastries in every place he shopped was going to drive me crazy.
I half expected him to be Therod or Valrym messing with me, but no neither one had ever heard of him, nor did they know why he wanted pastries! I checked with local bakers, who also claimed he had never visited them either. So this little jerk was just coming to me to get me to sell pastries and yet he never actively sought out the people who actually make the damn things! When this came to my attention I was so angry! So angry I wasn't at least clued in something was probably not right with pastry guy.
Look don't look at me like that, I just sank a pirate ship on my vacation, I WAS A BIT BEHIND!
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