The Jumping Bread Guy

I'll do one without a picture today...

A while ago I needed some bread and was trying out all the little stores in Ifrane to see which was the best. I saw a stack of khobs (Moroccan bread) outside of a tiny little place quite like a temporary stand you might see at a fair (though it is permanent), and went up to buy some. When the teenage store keeper saw me coming, he hopped inside his little store over a 4-foot counter so that he could be in his proper spot. I told him I wanted some bread, so he hopped back over the counter to help me select the best ones. Then he hopped back into the store to get me a plastic bag. Then he jumped out of the store to give the bag to me. I thanked him and gave him my money. He hopped back into the store to get the change, and - you guessed it - flew back out to give me the change and say goodbye. All the while he seemed quite happy with his situation and had a big smile on his face in spite of his rather inconvenient set-up.

As I turned to go and chuckle at this energetic jumping bread guy, I thought that surely there must be an easier way to do his job. But then again, he'll never have to join a gym - he gets enough exercise at work!