When I came into work last Monday and glanced at the individual pastry rack I was mortified. You know we all have that section up by the cash register with the cheapy honey buns and so-called cheese danishes made to attract the eye of our immediately hungary and less than health concerned customers. We refer to this section as the calorie credenza at my store, if you check the labels on these things you’ll know why. Trust me they aren’t going to have any Weight Watchers points printed on them any time soon.
But I digress..
The thing was that my calorie credenza had gained wight of it’s own over the weekend. The rack was completely crammed. A quick count revealed there were (seriously) 3000 individually packaged danishes, cake rolls, and honey buns on a four foot shelf. When I questioned a checker that had worked the day before I was told that The Old Man had decided since these were an impulse item, every one of them needed to go out. Now this is a small town and there was a sugary delight for every single man, woman, child, and mostof the stray cats in my little burg on that shelf. We do a good business here, but I had my doubts every citizen would wake this morning with a hankering for the empty fat and calories that only a 2 for a dollar danish can provide. And as prone as those things are to mold, I was certain that they wouldn’t hold up long enough to satisfy that need even if it happened over the next week.
I had visions of my towns people in a zombie like state shuffling slowly when arms outstretched into my store moaning, ‘Honey buns, honey buns, honey buns”, but dismissed them as wishful thinking. That’s the kind of impulse buying that hardly ever happens in a small town, no matter what they tell you.
So the checker and I packed up about thre-quarters of the sweet delights and boxed them neatly. It wasn’t until I retuned them to the freezer that the trouble started….
