I was working at the bakery the next day, and covered from head to toe in flour, as usual. When Spot walked in.
"Can I get you anything?" I replied coldly.
"I'se jist come ta tell you…" He spoke softly.
"What your sorry?" I hollered. "Well I really don't want to hear it."
"Look, what do youse want me ta say!" He shouted frustrated.
"Nothing Spot, nothing. All I want is for you to walk away and leave me the hell alone." I begged, as I turned around and began kneading dough. As I did, I soon heard the door open and shut again.