Work at the bakery grows more tedious by the day. To counteract this effect, I become amused at provocation of the slightest sort. Today, the prize-winners for "funniest customers" were a couple who came in around 5 pm: The woman was wearing a flax-colored linen dress, a blue cardigan, and, of all things, pearls. She carried, I noticed, a dainty silver cigarette case. The man wore linen slacks, a crisp summery yellow shirt and designer sunglasses. All the trappings of yuppie bourgeousie, you say? Indeed, they even drove a beige Audi. But something wasn't quite right somehow; the women wore her hair in a simple ponytail and her shoes, oh, her shoes were a horror: Black satiny stuff with a big black bow on top. Completely wrong. As they drove off, I was handed the explanation- and the punchline: They had North Dakota license plates! Even better, one of those irritating Jesus Fish adorned the rear of their beigemobile. Audi-owning linen-wearing cigarette-case-toting Jesus-loving yuppie-wannabes from Boondock, ND. Man, some days I just have to stop disliking people long enough to find them totally hilarious.

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