the pumpkin muffin throwdown

Last week I went with a few coworkers over to temple for the first time in at least two months to nab one of the elusive pumpkin muffins. As we walked in, we were greeted by the icy stare of the lady behind the register (who refuses to serve double espressos to-go…story for another time) and an empty line. My eyes immediately make its way to the display case to the right of the cashier: 2 pumpkin muffins left.

Woot!

As we moseyed up to the counter, I order an espresso and a pumpkin muffin, and so does Tony. While standing in line waiting for our drinks, we notice the sideways glances this couple is giving us from the line. The woman eventually walks over and explains that her husband came here just for the pumpkin muffin, and he is getting angry. From what it seems…they expected us to give up our muffins. At that point I offered to share some pumpkin muffin goodness with these clearly irate people. The man’s eyes lit up a bit before he settled down to a cold “no”. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Bhavneet centering the rings on her fingers so she could be ready (probably because she left the brass knuckles at home…haha kidding).

They stood toe-to-toe with us awkwardly for another few minutes before finally backing down, giving us the stink-eye, and getting a carrot muffin from the counter. As the crisis cooled down, I notice they nab a seat by the door so they can glare at us while we leave. We awkwardly smile at them on the way out and quickly make the journey back to the office.