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Apr. 15th, 2015 10:13 pm"You have got to be kidding me! Seriously? Seriously?!" Raleigh's standing outside her bakery, hands on her hips as the delivery box truck pulls away. Pulls away.
Leaving a full, wrapped pallet of 50lb bags of flour on the sidewalk. Almost blocking the front door to her bakery.
She doesn't really want to have to pull in favors. Not for this, not for a stupid stack of bags of flour that normally is delivered through the back and the delivery guy brings it in and oh, hey! No problem!
But her usual guy's apparently sick, and this guy just vanished and when she refused to sign for it - because she did, what's she going to do with a literal half-ton of flour on the sidewalk? - he just shrugged. He shrugged.
And left.
He left, and he left the flour here, and now Raleigh's just-- The thing comes up to her chest, and she doesn't have a pallet jack, and besides, she's not going to drag the thing around the block or anything. Her leg's throwing a fit today, and it's just--
It's rare, for her to be so flipping angry. She's going to call her supplier, that's for sure, but they're not even open right now, and she just throws the pen that the guy left her with in frustration, not expecting it to bounce off the flour and land at the feet at the person behind her.
Leaving a full, wrapped pallet of 50lb bags of flour on the sidewalk. Almost blocking the front door to her bakery.
She doesn't really want to have to pull in favors. Not for this, not for a stupid stack of bags of flour that normally is delivered through the back and the delivery guy brings it in and oh, hey! No problem!
But her usual guy's apparently sick, and this guy just vanished and when she refused to sign for it - because she did, what's she going to do with a literal half-ton of flour on the sidewalk? - he just shrugged. He shrugged.
And left.
He left, and he left the flour here, and now Raleigh's just-- The thing comes up to her chest, and she doesn't have a pallet jack, and besides, she's not going to drag the thing around the block or anything. Her leg's throwing a fit today, and it's just--
It's rare, for her to be so flipping angry. She's going to call her supplier, that's for sure, but they're not even open right now, and she just throws the pen that the guy left her with in frustration, not expecting it to bounce off the flour and land at the feet at the person behind her.
