So i walk up in P'croissants looking to buy a couple bags of croissants Or i would have, had the short mexican dude who was supposed to be aiding my hunger was passively neglecting me. The gall! I waved and said hello but he was busy on his phone and eating on the job. Like..what the frick. I didn't see anybody else so i just stood there thinking "well, he must be cool poop piles or whatever. Dude's name was Vladmir, he ended up helping me but didn't seem to have the look of urgency or courtesy on his face or probably in his remote vicinity of where his soul would be. Vladmir is a fitting name actually... like the count of croissants. He guards his palace of P'croissant with poignant douchebaggery, like the buttery terror of the night, he holds no crumbs to the pastry dawn, forever watching....but never giving decent customer service. #endrant