The line at a famous Amsterdam pastry shop was long. The man in front of me in line turned and asked, “What are you here for?”
I enthusiastically described my raspberry pie. “And you?” I asked.
“Always a Sachertorte.” Once it was his turn, he asked carefully: “Can I exchange my Sachertorte for a raspberry tart?”
“No problem,” the saleswoman replied.
As he walked out of the store, he looked at me intently and said: “If he disappoints, I know where to find you.”
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