Pasties or Pastries

An Aussie friend just asked me by text message if the bakery I work at sells fruit mince pies. I wrote her back that a tart is 50 ruppees. She called me laughing because in Australia they have a weird meaning for "tart" and that is a woman who goes out with too much make-up, or a prostitute. So she thought it quite amusing that I said a prostitute was only 50 ruppees.

A few years ago another friend was speaking at a ladies luncheon at a church. The little schedule they hand out said that there would be "pasties" for dessert.

You never know what you will get when working at a bakery.

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