After getting in at 2a.m., I dragged myself back out before my parents were up because you have to get to the old school bakery around the corner from my
building at an obscene hour or you’ll miss out on the full selection. After seeing empty trays in the bakery cases, it was clear that I was STILL beaten by other people. Damn early-early-early birds.
A couple of minutes later, one of the bakers wheeled out three multi-tiered carts. I may have pumped my fist.
I really love my hood.