Cookies looked delicious. We wanted them.
So we tried to buy two.
"We only sell six at a time" the cashier barked back at us in the empty store.
But we only wanted two.
So we asked nicely. Flashing our innocent smiles and hungry looking eyes.
"We only sell six at a time. Look at the sign."
I don't read a word of Greek. Nor do I know the fancy word for their cookies.
It was late in the day. There was no one else in the store. The lady could have easily broken her minimum-cookie rule and let us buy only two.
Instead she just deadpanned at us and repeated her mantra. "Six minimum".
Her cold glare followed us as we walked out the door empty handed into the barren cookieless wasteland of despair.