I come home somehow from work. On the way, I go to the kiosk next to the subway to buy bread.

I have a white bottle, please. If possible, refresh it.

and hold. The most fresh I have.

I look at the date and I realize that my wife and I have a birthday today! I usually remember always, but this time I wavered and forgot. Well, I think I went well for the bread!

I go for a gift and flowers. I come home. A woman opens the door. With a solemn look, I handed her a bouquet and a beautifully packed box:

My dear, with anniversary!

My wife is surprised:

Thanks, it’s birthday tomorrow.

And then I realized that the bread was sold to me really fresh, tomorrow.