horrors

The cafe lady downstairs did something VERY bad this morning. I went downstairs for what was going to be my last chocolate croissant before Lent starts tomorrow, and lo & behold! There was one left. Just one. And, when she was taking it out of the case she dropped it on the floor. Sacrilege. Chalice! Mon dieu! Sacre bleu. Tabernaque. (sorry to the French Catholics out there). I'm trying very hard not to let that incident mar the remainder of my day. Small comfort was that she totally screwed up the financial transaction while she rang up my plain croissant (hmph) and I made $2 in the process.