Not all rolls on all airplanes are Baked and Happy of course. Some happen to be a little angrier, a bit more demanding. This guy below really did not seem to like me. He wanted the window seat, he wanted me to back off, he wanted me to leave him alone, as he was under the impression of flying the machine by himself (we were not even near the front of that plane.)
It was all a bit scary at first, since we rarely see attacks of baked goods on people (though I’ve heard of a nearly lethal pretzel attack on a president.) Who knows… was this a life threatening situation? Should I have called for help? Were we all in danger?

I eventually had to use the good old “butter trick”, which I had seen in some old movie. The guy ended up tasting not half bad with some cheese and some tomato….