A Trip to the Market

The other day, a coworker and I went out to a grocery store near our office to buy a cake for our soon-to-be-ex-coworker. It was his last day and also his birthday, and we thought we'd get him something nice to celebrate. The store itself was a maze because the entrance and the exit doors were on different sides of the place. It was difficult to find even a bakery section.

Once we walked in, my coworker stopped to ask an employee and sure enough, the cakes were 2 feet ahead of us. After perusing the selections, we decided upon a cute mango mousse cupcake that was big enough for the one candle we happened to find in our office kitchen. When we finally got the attention of the employee behind the counter, he proceeded to box it for us.

Desserts behind the glass always look so tempting to me, but ever since I gave up eggs, it's been hard to find a bakery that caters to my specific dietary needs. But there's no harm in asking right?

Wrong.

Me: Just out of curiosity, are any of these made without eggs?
Man: (in loud and obnoxious voice) Dairy means they all have eggs!

Oh really? Surely there wasn't a need to supply such a verbose answer in a condescending way. I let it go though because I already knew I'd have no luck with it.

As he handed me the box, my coworker held out her credit card to him. And then he continued his unnecessary shenanigans.

Man: Are you giving me your card, or are you paying?
Coworker: Oh um (flustered) I didn't--.
Man: Because you can give me your card and there's a bank across the street.
Coworker: ... (smiles nervously)
Man: Where are you from?
Me: Oh lord.
Man: Are you from India?
Coworker: Uh yes. (looks at me to roll her eyes)
Man: You know how to make (terribly pronounced) rotis and naans and tandooris?
Coworker: ..........
Man: ....
Coworker: .....Yes.
Man: You know I haven't had them in over 10 years!
Coworker: .......Okay...
Man: And I've also had (lists what I'm sure is about 3 pages of the index section of his recently bought Indian Cooking To Impress the Ladies: 2nd Edition book).
Coworker: Oh, okay.
Man: (smiles) You have to pay up front.

Seriously? Did we have time for him to launch into his whole "Gurl, where you from?" routine? No. Couldn't he have wasted less of our time by simply stating what we needed to be told right away? 
     - Do any of these not have eggs? No.
     - Here's my card. You actually need to pay up front.

What was wrong with that?

Key Takeaways

1. Dairy does *NOT* mean eggs.
2. His lengthy flirting lines cost us an extra 7 minutes to get back to the office.
3. I could be exaggerating with #2.
4. She's married, hello? Lady?
5. Coworker should've been more casually dismissive instead of constantly looking at me to roll her eyes. 
6. And flashed her ring.
7. Soon-to-be-ex-coworker enjoyed the cupcake very much. 

Or maybe I should've just said something. The whole episode was just weird.