France ride: Bread without pointing

( If you have not read the prologue, start here ) I was holding a leek, and the supermarket cashier was telling me something in French. What? Was something wrong? I needed to finish shopping, get home, and start cooking, or I would never make dinner in time for the friend I was hosting. My friend, who had been waiting outside the checkout area, came over to rescue me and translated. Apparently I…