Man: "I'm from the embassy. The Iranian Embassy"
Woman (unimpressed): "Yes, I know."
Man: I need a kilo and a half of Persian cookies and a kilo and a half of pastries. Quickly, please. It's for the embassy."
So there you have it--the government of Iran shops at our local convenience store. Don't tell Rummy.
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