Remember that old song that was like "Why is it they play the same five songs fifteen times a day for three months? Funk dat!" Even if you didn't hear it, you might have caught Beavis and Butthead making fun of it circa 1994.
I went to the bakery this morning, normally a really good bakery, at 10:30-- not even that late-- and ALL the croissants were sold out! Not just the chocolate crossaints were gone (the ones I want and admittedly the first to go), but all of them-- almond, plain, you name it. Poof. They were so sold out that the trays had been removed, leaving an expanse of cold, empty shelving in the display case.
My question is who made half the normal amount of croissants on a Sunday when everybody and their dog wants a freakin' chocolate croissant? I had to get an apple pastry. Funk dat!
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