Danish

When I got to work this morning, Gale the secretary gave me a big smile. It actually warmed my heart. Then, five minutes later, just when I'd sat down and started wading through my unread email, she showed up at my desk and told me I had to go back out in the blizzard and buy twenty-five danish for this conference call the suits are having at 11. Ten regular ones, ten with chocolate, and five without gluten.