Cus­tomer: I would like four choco­late chip, four raisin, and four cin­na­mon crunch bagels to go, please.
Em­ploy­ee: [Turns to look at bagel rack, turns back to cus­tomer.] I’m sor­ry ma’am, I can’t sell you those.
Cus­tomer: But you have four of each sit­ting right there.
Em­ploy­ee: [Looks back at bagel rack.] But those are the last of our spe­cial bagels, and they are re­served for our in-store cus­tomers.
Cus­tomer: But I’m in your store, and I want to buy your bagels.
Em­ploy­ee: But my man­ag­er said I can’t sell those to go.
Cus­tomer: So let me get this straight. You’re sell­ing bagels, I want to buy bagels, but you won’t sell me your bagels?
Em­ploy­ee: Well, yes… but it’s my man­ag­er…
Cus­tomer: How bout I speak to your man­ag­er?
Em­ploy­ee: [Gets on phone, whis­pers to man­ag­er, comes back to counter.] Okay, I’ll sell you the bagels.
Cus­tomer, un­der breath: Holy shit.

Pan­era Bread
San­ta Mon­i­ca, Cal­i­for­nia

Over­heard by: kim