Write about: the blitz.
At 9 o'clock when I unlocked the door at the bakery there were about 15 people already lined up and waiting. By 9:40 we were sold out of cinnamon buns, croissants (all 96 that were baked this morning), and butter tarts.
There was still a fair bit of bread on the shelves, but still. Good lord, you guys.
Most of the customers who came in after that were disappointed to discover the lack of sweets. So of course we told them to get there earlier tomorrow. So of course they all said they would.
So... yeah, tomorrow morning should be more of the same.
"Good evening class."
"Good evening Mr. Tucker."
"Ah, such loyal little soldiers."
"I'm sorry, what was that?"
"Don't worry about it, Kevin. You're hearing things. Yes, again."
"Before I get on with tonight's lesson, I just wanted to check in with everyone to see how things are going with last week's assignment."
"What? But I tho-"
"Relax, Jessica. It's not due until the end of the month. Yes, Victor, you may go to the washroom to try to clean yourself up. I hope you've brought a spare pair of pants in your backpack? Good."
"I'd like to go first, Mr. Tucker!"
"Of course you would, Dean. Go ahead."
"As everyone will surely recall, the assignment was to come up with a marketing campaign for a local business and then convince them to implement it. A perfect example of putting theory into action, if I may say so myself."
"You may. Go on."
"I decided to go a less conventional route than my classmates, so I-"
"You don't know that!"
"Yes, I do, Martin."
"But you don't know which businesses the rest of us chose!"
"I have my ways, Martin. May I continue now?"
"Please do, Dean. Martin... another interruption and I'll have you cleaning my office for the rest of the semester."
"Thank you, Mr. Tucker. As I was saying, I made the daring choice to develop a campaign for the local Salvation Army store."
"That's not a business, that's a charity!"
"Really, Alex? You still believe that, after all that Mr. Tucker has taught us? Everyone is out to make money. Everyone."
"Indeed. So what's your campaign?"
"I'm so glad you asked, Mr. Tucker. I printed out a promotional brochure, complete with promises of eternal damnation for those who do not support the Salvation Army, and blitzed the entire city with them."
"Excellent work, Dean. And how did you get the Salvation Army to get on board with your idea?"
"Oh, I'm sure they'll come around to it once they see how effective it is."
"You mean to say you didn't t-"
"Talk to them first? What a waste of time that would've been! No, I decided to take the bold step of combining the implementation of my campaign with the argument to get them to back it. Great stuff, right Mr. Tucker?"
"Potentially. But, just to be on the safe side, I think I'll have you removed from the class list until this one blows over."