Where is the bread?

Oh, I almost forgot to tell this funny story. It's one I'm sure I'll remember for the rest of my life.

Nancy's parents took us out to a local Chinese buffet restaurant this weekend. We are eating and Nancy's dad goes back for more. I see him talking to one of the employees, asking, "Where is the bread?" He had to repeat it because I assume her English wasn't the best. She summoned another employee to talk to him. He asked for the bread again. The answer was, "Oh no, we don't have bread." To this Nancy's dad said, "Well, you should. This is a farm state and we need to support the farmers." It wasn't really embarrassing because he often says stuff like that, it was more amusing than anything. He really is big on his bread. Not happy unless bread is on the table. If you think about it, first of all, there is breading on most of the food in the buffet, and secondly, the farmers really don't get that much from a loaf of bread. Every little bit helps though, I suppose.

Maybe someone else wouldn't find it funny, but it was to us. We'll most likely mention it every time we go to an oriental buffet.