Still, in the frenzy of post-work grocery shopping, I didn't really give Dave much of a second thought, until one day my friend John conversationally mentioned, "Have you tried Dave's Bread? It's really good!"
He went on to describe Dave's backstory, about how Dave is an ex-con who has changed his life for the better, partly through his new vocation of baking bread.
I could ignore Dave no longer. How many loaves of bread have this much personality??
So, the next time I was at QFC, I went straight for Dave's Killer Bread. I excitedly read Dave's "origin story" to Guy, who agreed that it was cool.
Meanwhile, I noticed a tall long-haired beefy guy shopping a few steps away from us, and in my weird delusional mind, I said to myself, "Hey, that's Dave." I made eye contact with him and we exchanged a polite smile; so now I was having a little fantasy that Dave was overhearing our conversation and thinking, "Hey, they like my bread! Right on, man!"
Clearly, I'm insane. But the funny part is that when I told this to Guy later, he said he'd been thinking the same exact thing. Except he's even crazier than me, because right after discussing the bread, I was choosing a peanut butter, and Guy suggested Adam's, and I said, "No, I'm sick of Adam's." Guy said that, at that moment, he had a paranoid fear that "Dave" was actually "Adam" and he was now mad at me for insulting his peanut butter. He imagined him saying, "Thanks a lot, lady!" before storming off.
In conclusion: I am crazy, but Guy is crazier. Oh, and also--John was right! It is really good bread!
Note: I had to do a close-up of the cute graphic below. It looks like a slice of bread playing cards with...some grains?? Well, Dave was a drug addict for many years. I guess we have to cut him some slack.
Read more about Dave at: http://www.daveskillerbread.com/