My amazing local baker, the E5 Bakehouse gave me a big fat cinnamon bun on Monday. I felt happy. They gave me a piddle-y small runt of one today and my heart sank. But because I am middle class I didn’t like to be rude and ask them to take it out the bag and replace it with the fat one just to the left. I regretted this, and will not allow it to happen again.