It's late evening, there's a heavy downpour and a thunderstorm outside. You feel like your clothes and a rag backpack get wet quickly, and in order not to spoil your possessions lying in it, you decide to look for somewhere to hide. It's already late and almost all the establishments are closed, so you run to the nearest bakery, the light in which is still on.

When you go inside, you realize that there is no one inside except the man at the cash register. He counts the money and says without looking up: "Sorry, we're already closed."