Me: "Oh hi, could I please have a side of croutons?"
Panera Boy: "WE'RE OUT OF CROUTONS."
Me: "Oh, no worries, thanks." [Sorry for ruining your life with my crouton request, guess I'll just go f myself.]
Panera Boy: *says nothing and turns around*
Time and time again, I've defended Panera Bread to my husband, who repeatedly says, "Babe, honestly, Panera Bread sucks. Don't they get your order wrong every time you go there?"
I've been true to Panera Bread, but Panera Bread has not been true to me. WE'RE OUT OF CROUTONS! Okay, jeezus, Panera asshole. Got it.