I had the good fortune to be near Claude's at 7am yesterday. He had just taken out two trays of plain croissants and (joy) pain au chocolats and set them on top of the counter. While I silenced my cell phone (I've been thrown out for that before)and took out my money patiently waiting my turn and trying not to drool, the guy in front of me attempted to pick his own croissant off the tray. Lacking a knife with which to dismember the man, Claude slapped his hand away and gave him a croissant. As the man left, Claude was still cursing under his breath. I got my still steaming pain au chocolat, whispered merci and played pied piper to the pigeons as they happily followed my trail of buttery flakey crumbs and still liquid hot chocolate back down West 4th.