Yesterday my temper won. I’m sorry for the way I treated you. It’s not your fault that the price of bread went up 50cfa. It was a long, frustrated Friday. But can I partly blame you for my crossness? The bread was not ready at 3:30 like usual and I was forced to stand in the oven-baked heat with the bread loiterers for over 15 minutes. And that scintillating smell of baking bread only added to my anxiousness to quickly purchase and be off with my afternoon delight. Yes, you were kind enough to finally offer it to me for the old price, and you didn’t deserve the severity with which I flung open my wallet and slammed the extra coin into your palm. The bread was delicious, as it always is. And I beg that you’ll continue to sell baguettes to me, as you always have.
Ashamed,
Amber
