I'm pretty well set up to handle plastics and other sheet goods. But the only time someone showed up at my door was when my wife cut into a loaf of locally
baked French bread and hit a piece of a rubber roller. She called in a complaint, and then we got a knock on the door at 5 in the morning. The driver gave us
a whole stack of still warm French bread, even before any of his other stops.
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