So we go to Baker's Square -- a place that I have a hard time imagining that we would go unless we had a coupon for free food. Not merely a 2 for 1, but an honest to goodness free pie. The help was straight out of Fast Times At Ridgemont High.
"Are you here for a pie tonight?" cracked the voice of the apron-wearing, pimple-faced juvenile helper.
After the senior assistant shows the juvenile how to ring up a gift coupon, he goes to select us a pie.
"We reserved an apple."
"I think we have plenty of apple pies, so I'll just pick one."
He approaches the baker's rack with a red box. He spies an apple pie with a disgustingly burnt crust. He looks back at me, who have been silent throughout the transaction. He sees me see him eyeing the burnt pie. He reaches instead for a blond and perfect pie behind it. Let the other asshole customer -- the one he doesn't help or the one who doesn't watch him select the pies -- get the burnt pie.
Damn. "This kid is going into management."