Cookie baker

None of that. There were always several nice girls as Saturday help and then I hoped that one of them would help me. Sometimes I was unlucky and was helped by the owner of the business. This chagrin corrected me when I didn't pronounce the name of a pastry correctly. Or she just looked me out of line. No matter how cheerfully those cakes beckoned to me, while I was standing in line I calculated how many customers there were in front of me. Based on how quickly everyone was helped, I almost thumbed that I wasn't helped by the big boss. Too crazy for words.

Until I realized I was reluctant to go to this baker. That they made the most delicious bread and pastries in the city and maybe the region, but that I didn't feel like facing her anymore. That I didn't want that uncomfortable feeling anymore. I discussed this once with someone who knows the baker's family very well. He told me he recognized this feeling. Did I want to talk to her about this once? Well, I've considered it, but I'm not really comfortable with it. So I'm just gonna stay away. One less customer for this baker.

I now go for nice people around bread and pastries. People who feel like helping me. The bread hasn't been as crunchy since then. The cakes just a little less crispy. But I go for 'nicest' above 'tastiest'. Service over product quality. Of course I would have preferred the combi, but it's not available for a while.

Now, I guess I'm not the only one making those choices. What do you do in such a case?