The day he didn’t want it anymore

Old men with hats are just so charming! When I worked in the local bakery of my hometown there was a man with a very lovely hat, certainly around 80 years old, who came into our shop every day at 5:30 p.m. like clockwork. I saw him crossing the street, entering the shop, politely take his hat off and ask for one, only one Brezel. I don't know how he managed to buy only one Brezel, as I find them too yummy to stop eating. 

The whole time I’ve worked in this bakery, for around four months, I guess, the sweet old man came to buy his Brezel. He looked like the happiest man on earth when he entered the bakery, as if he had won a marathon or as if he had crossed the desert just to buy this one Brezel. When I saw him through the window, I already prepared the best-looking Brezel and wrapped it for him. I felt like the best Brezel seller on earth when I handed it to him. He entered with the smile of people that have seen everything in life and left with the smile of people that know the value of a good Brezel. 

One day I saw him slowly crossing the street coming towards our bakery door, punctual like always. Happily I picked the best-looking Brezel and wrapped it carefully, waiting for him to enter the shop. 

He entered. 

Looked at my wrapped Brezel. 

His eyes twinkled sadly. 

He smiled a resigned smile and said: No Brezels anymore. 

He picked an apple pie and left.