Merry
My breath makes white puffs of smoke in the air as I move quickly from my SUV to the front door of the bakery. The lock is close to frozen, so I have to mess with it for a few minutes before I can get it open. Hurrying, I run for the alarm, shutting it off before it can start beeping at me and I have to answer a phone call explaining why it's blaring in the background. It's embarrassing, especially the week it happened four times. I had the same customer service representative and he thought I was hitting on him.
Nightmare.
Either way, I've made it a point to not set off my alarm since. It's become a game I play every morning and, so far, I've won every time. Making my way through the bakery, I turn on the ovens and lights I'll need to get the first treats up in the case.
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