Around 8:30pm on Sunday, I spotted a bakery in Clinton Hill, Brooklyn. So, naturally, I walked over and opened the door. I saw a lady behind the counter, and our conversation began as follows:
Me: Oh, are you closed?
Her: Yes.
Me: Okay. It looks like a lovely place.
Her: Wait, do you want a free cupcake?
Me: Uh, yes please.
I walk in, and she ducks into the kitchen.
Me: I mean, I'm happy to pay for it.
Her: No, it's for free. But it's chocolate cake and chocolate icing, is that okay?
Me: Haha, yes that's fine. Thank you!
And I walk out with the cupcake. Score!!
