|Yes, these kind of buns.|
I thought I would share a funny story about buns for the letter B.
Back when my husband and I were engaged, we worked on a farm together for a couple of weeks while he was visiting me at my parents' house. More specifically, we worked at an apple orchard during "Fall Festival"--an extremely busy weekend farm event in October where people buy apples, cider, pumpkins, hayrides, games, pony rides, etc...
Our job was to run a hot dog stand together. Sounds innocent enough, right? My then-fiance was in his element, grilling hot dogs to perfection for our line of customers, while I took the money.
But he didn't only grill hot dogs. He asked every single customer if they wanted their buns toasted, and he would throw a hot dog bun on the grill if they said yes. I was beyond embarrassed. Some customers didn't get it--they responded with a polite "No thanks" or "Yes please." Other customers laughed, and I wanted to sink into the ground from embarrassment. He knew exactly what he was doing too--this was well after his conversion from vanilla to reluctant spanko.
Thankfully, I didn't know any of our customers, and we don't live there anymore. In the future, though, I will try to avoid running a hot dog stand with my husband.