You know, I don't care if I was toting a blueberry muffin, or that he was the food service manager of our company's cafeteria. It still sounds odd for a man to exclaim, "Nice muffin!" as I walk by him.
A delivery person used to come to our old office in North Highlands each morning with muffins and pastries for sale. We called her the Muffin Lady. And when she brought her son, he was the Muffin Boy. She was later replaced by the Muffin Man, which went better with the nursery school rhyme, but he wasn't nearly as much fun.
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