Are you the ones bringing me this bread? Maybe it’s some kind of new promotion?

The woman looked at him as if he had lost his mind.
— Oh no, grandpa, we don’t have promotions or charity. We just sell bread, we don’t deliver it door to door, she said curtly.

The old man left the store in even greater confusion. The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became. He was now even afraid to touch the bread – what if something was mixed into it? What if someone was trying to poison him?