America,

I'm trying to come to the point.

Today, I was squeegeeing one of the glass panes inside the bakery in which I work, when a sudden influx of customers came in. It wasn't crazy, but some had to wait on line, while I was squeegeeing. I wasn't paying close attention. An older gentleman must have been growing impatient. He came up rather close behind me and said, "HEY, is there anyway you could get me a nice loaf of Italian bread?" It scared the shit out of me. I threw my paper towel up in the air and nearly screamed. I told him no, because I was squeegeeing. He said it was fine. When we was leaving (once he had gotten his bread), he came back to apologize. He scared me again.