I really like sourdough. Like, I really like sourdough.
Today Emoroffle and I went to the grocery store. There's a rack in the pastry section where the bakery puts out all the fresh breads they bake during the day, and I really wanted some sourdough for sammiches. I spent like two minutes walking around the rack unable to find the sourdough, before Emo pointed it out to me, because apparently I'm blind - it's not a very big rack. Right at that moment there was a man walking toward the breads - I was facing him as he approached from the opposite side of the rack - and he seemed to be walking with purpose. Then he stopped dead in his tracks as I picked up the loaf and said to Emo, "Oh, is this the last one?" With a dejected expression, he turned and walked away.
It took me a few seconds to register what exactly had happened, and then I felt really bad about it. I thought about chasing after him and being like, "Sorry, did you want this?" But I'm pretty sure he saw me stick my face into the bag to take a big whiff because oh god it smells so good, and I figured after that he probably didn't want it. And while I do feel bad about it, on the other hand, mah sourdough.
This has nothing to do with naval warfare or add homonym attacks. Sorry if you feel mislead.