–asked the young man, in a stiff European accent and inquisitive tone.

“This is a lumber yard kid, not some cheesy cafe. Beat it.” replied the gruff worker behind the counter.

The next day at opening, the young man walked in again and asked the same worker, “Do you have any croissants? I just love those.” He had the very same inquisitive tone.

“I TOLD YOU YESTERDAY. This is a lumber yard, we sell lumber, we don’t sell no stupid French food. Murphs is the only good food in town, go get a beef sandwich or somethin’. If you come here again asking for croissants, I will personally hammer a nail through your tongue to this counter–*cashier hits counter with fist*. Beat it!”

Showing equal parts courage and stupidity, the young man walked into the lumber yard again the next day, first thing in the morning.

In his odd European accent: “Pardon me, but do you have any hammers?”

“No.” replied the worker, a bit confused, but already feeling angry again at this dumb European kid.

“Do you have any nails?” the young man asked, in his same inquisitive tone.

The worker raised his voice a bit, and hit the counter with his fist: ” *BAM*. No. Kid, this is a lumber yard. We sell lumber. Didn’t they teach you to read signs?!”

“Well, that’s fine than. Do you have any croissants?”