If that’s not sarcasm, you don’t know what you’re inviting upon yourself.

[ Local man has so many opinions about bread. He drives until he finds the bakery in question. It’s a small one, close enough to everything to attract a modest amount of business, but far enough out of the way to be one of those little precious things he can be proud of finding. And, for the next six minutes, not yet open. ]

They’ll be ready soon enough. Anything in particular you want?