But the strange thing was that none of his neighbors had mentioned it, and he hadn’t received any notification.

On the third day, the man’s nerves gave out. Everything worried him: the identical time, the unusual origin of the bread.

He tucked the loaf under his arm and went to the nearest store. Approaching the saleswoman, he asked:

“Are you bringing me this bread? Maybe you’re running some new promotion?”

The woman looked at him as if he’d lost his mind.

“What are you saying, Grandpa? We don’t have any promotions or charities. We just sell bread, we don’t deliver it door to door,” she snapped.