I had been working for several months in a remote bakery, supplying bread and cakes to the local shops. Because the bakery I worked in is quite remote area I only get the odd customer come in. A local business had been doing a shop refurbishment so there was a group of men who came into the shop quite frequently ordering their bacon rolls. I had a friendly banter with them; one in particularly, his name was Henry.
Henry to look at was quite scruffy in his work clothes, but he had these amazing eyes that lit up the room when he walked in, he’d asked for his usual egg and bacon roll with a drizzle of brown sauce, paid his £1.50 and off he’d go again with his fellow work mates.
Well on this particularly warm day, the door was wide open to let some cool breeze through, I was wearing just a t-shirt and flimsy skirt, with my, oh so not attractive work apron over the top. I was busy out in the back room, getting some bits out of the freezer when I felt someone tap me on the back of the shoulder, thus startling me. When I turned round it was Henry, he apologised for making me jump, but said he had called out.
He said the lads had sent him out to buy some doughnuts for their coffee break later in the day.
I told Henry, I would have to get some off the rack, as they have been freshly made. I motioned Henry to follow me. Lifting my arms up, I pulled the rack towards me, but Henry in his kind gentlemanly way went to help, causing the tray to go flying, doughnuts went everywhere. I looked at Henry and he had sugar sprinkles throughout his hair and face and t-shirt, I could feel a wet sensation on my face, and jam had splattered on my face. Looking at each other we both burst out laughing.
