Late night reflections on life are best when they are fueled by too much caffeine.

Having worked with food and/or the public since I was 16, i have noticed a strange phenomena. Customer approaches barista/chocolatier and asks, "what's good?" Barring the instinct to say, "in da hood??", I usually giggle and reply, "um, well...the [insert coffee drink/confection/pastry here] is MY favorite, its really good" Customer examines it and says, "oh, but is it FRESH?" Of course, i reply "but of course!" Customer looks at me as if i'm some sort of sexual deviant (which i very well may be, but that does not hamper my ability to suggest treats) and says suspiciously, "is it REALLY fresh?"
...well, fuck. That exact cake/carafe of coffee/chocolate is actually a relic from the Norman conquest of england, with a touch of bubonic plague. I've been serving it to unwitting customers all day on an endless rampage of death by pastry. Thanks to your inquisitiveness, you have saved yourself from an early grave. Bravo! ..."of course its really fresh!"

Customers make me giggle.

I love phone conversations that go so well that when you hang up the phone and look at the call timer, you are actually shocked at how long you chattered away at the poor soul on the other end....especially about something as mundane as which channel fraggle rock came on as a child.