Day 11

The establishment was run by amusing staff: there were too many people on the cash register and behind the display cases for bread, but the service was still slow. The security guard manned the entrance, two glass doors that mimicked an extension of the glass walls, and, having nothing interesting to do, constantly cleaned it. My brother commented on how low the other employees are to leave the wiping to security. I did not mind, but it was insanely funny when, not seeing it, a girl crashed hard against the glass door and left a mark of her forehead there.