Argh, I'm watching the single highest-maintenance customer I've ever seen. She's asked a question about EVERY SINGLE ITEM in the bakery case, asked TWICE for things they just told her they don't have, and allowed a SIX-PERSON line to accumulate behind her in a cafe that's normally got no line at all.

And she's a sweet old lady who's been perfectly patient and kind through the whole thing—I think the poor dear's wits have just wilted a bit—so there is absolutely not a damn thing any of us can do about it. She is beyond all mortal power, and I almost envy and admire her for it.

Also, why does nobody believe people when they say that zucchini bread tastes nothing at all like zucchini? I swear to god, if you make it right, it's absolutely true.