Once a very nice client came home, on the way to a pleasant conversation, before leaving the car, she said to me:

“Do you want a cake?”“”

I am confused and answer:

“No, I have to work, and I’m married.”

She nodded, pulled out a homemade cake with berries from the lady’s bag and said:

“Take, my sister gave me, and I don’t eat flour.”

I had something to think about while eating it.