Nothing tastes better than a fresh bagel in the morning. After a long flight juan carlos had been craving just that. From the moment the landing gear touched the tarmac his feet guided him quickly and efficiently to the einstein bros bagel shop at the exit of the terminal. As he rounded the corner to the shop he could smell the sweet aroma of the bagels he so deeply longed for. He walked in feeling the most joy he had felt so far on that gloomy San Diego day. His dreams were crushed when he peered into the baskets where the precious rings of sweet dough belonged. But to his despair the baskets sat vacant alongside a lonely, heaping basket of noxious pumpernickel bagels. Angrily he stormed out and anticipated the long, hungry cab ride home.