Attack of the French Bread

Today I stopped at the VONS on the way home from class. I was feeling in need of iron, so I planned to buy some broccoli and have just it steamed for dinner. As I entered the supermarket and made my way towards the produce section, I noticed that a woman from the bakery was standing beside a tall cart... then it hit me... she was taking loaves of hot, freshly baked french bread and putting them into a basket to be sold. Dear sweet god. I proceeded to the produce section, hungry and weak, trying to stay focused on my mission. I let myself get too hungry and so was tired and ravenous having just come from the gym. I rushed to the nuts section and found some almonds to munch on so I could subside my hunger and regain control.... a futile effort. I got to the cashier and there it was, the basket of bread, hot and fresh. I bought the loaf. I began eating it in the car. I rushed in the door of my apartment and implored my roommate to help me eat it. He was immediately fallen under its spell. I put together some seasoned olive oil and there, within 20 minutes of purchase, the entire loaf was annihilated. Epic fail. But so worth it.