Every morning while I am alone in the kitchen the bread man arrives. It is generally an uneventful experience, although he does try to mix things up by throwing in a single word in English, a “hello”, “Good Day” or “How are you”. Like most delivery men, he would prefer to flirt with girls. Although the Restaurant I work at is called “Pane e Vino”, our specialty is not our bread (although it is great by comparative standards). Regardless it is hard to resist the bag it arrives in.
A naked woman carrying a basket of grains is as sexy as any disposable bread bag I could conjure up.