This morning I grabbed a bagel at the Airport. There are few things that can turn a morning from drab to fab more quickly than a delicious bagel with some tasty cream cheese spread on top.
As I approached the counter to order my over-priced prize, I considered my options. Plain, poppyseed, cinnamon raisin, sesame… Sesame! Yes, today is a sesame seed bagel kind of day.
“May I help you sir?”
“Yes, May I have a toasted sesame bagel with cream cheese please?”
I reached into my wallet to pull out my money and walked to the ‘pick up’ counter. I waited patiently as the bagel worked its way through the toasting conveyor and again as the server wrapped my breakfast in thin paper and retrieved the cream cheese packet from the refrigerator. I paid my four dollars and walked to my gate to sit down.
I unwrapped my toasted sesame bagel to find that there were only 34 sesame seeds on said bagel. Thirty four. Never have I seen such a poor showing of sesame seeds. Normally, the top of the bagel is covered in countless sesame seeds that fall off and get everywhere. Every bite is full of sesame goodness. But such was not the case with this bagel. 34. Granted, the breakfast was still delicious, but I am terribly disappointed with the quantity of sesame seeds provided. I am disappointed in you Bradley Airport. I am disappointed in you.