...and happened to me lately.
Man: so, you sell fresh pasta, right?
Me: Yes, we have home-made…(insert list of products)
Man: I always go to XYZ. They are the best in town in fresh pasta. No one is as good as them.
My mind: good, and that is the door. XYZ will be pleased to know you haven’t betrayed him like that.
Man (on Christmas morning): I think
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