I like cinnamon raisin bagels for breakfast. They're a no brainer, and quick.
Unfortunately, mom likes them too. I buy two bags of em at a time when food shopping, and there have been many times when I have been left bagel-less and frowny.
Today, when I went to eat my delicious bagel with cream cheese (I usually don't eat cream cheese because holy poo calories.)
I was unable to complete my breakfast transaction. Where my Cinnamon raisin bagels were hidden was now a bag of "Everything" bagels.
Everything not being cinnamon or raisins.
Instead, it looks like a seed factory took a poo on a bagel. The thing had the consistency of sandpaper, and my coffee now tastes like blood thanks to the poor abused roof of my mouth.
Mom also selects bread in this fashion. I like a wheat, maybe a sourdough at times. She likes OATMEAL bless'ed EXPLOSION ON TOP OF THE BREAD.
Once again, buying ahead does not resolve the issue.
It's enough to make a man Irish his coffee.