As I looked around while trying to ensure that no one caught on to what I was doing, the lady asked me if I needed any help.
“Do you have any Italian bread?” I asked sheepishly. “Yes, there’s a whole shelf of it. Would you like some?”
“I want five loaves.”
“My goodness, five loaves?” she exclaimed.
“By the time you get to the fifth loaf, it’ll be hard.”
I left as fast as my old legs could carry me!
