A white boy came out of the millenial market. He watched me approach as he was putting headphones into his own ears next to a bike that was his.
"They're open." I correctly thought. There was a woman wearing a dress at the registers. She and the register boy both looked at me as I entered. I was hoping that I hadn't slipped in before the register boy had a chance to lock the door, and so I said, "Sorry" to the boy, but with my eyes of course, and was like, "I'll be real fast. All I need is bread."
But the problem was that there was no white bread in the section. There was Itallian, but it was thick and I knew that Musette would not like it.
So I ended up getting honey wheat, even though I knew Musette would not like that either. It was simply the lesser of two evils.