things for your thing
So I’m at the drugstore buying Spenda tablets which I switched to from packets because they’re easier to melt down and turn into bathtub methamphetamine when I overhear one of the cashiers repeatedly saying to the other one, “What flavor do you got? What flavor do you got?” I have my head down because I’m paying with my ATM card and I’m typing in the code on the little LCD screen but the insistent way she’s asking is not unlike how I pester my sister when I ask her a question and she doesn’t answer. Mind you, I’m the older one.
Anyway, so she’s asking the other cashier what flavor hers is and I’m imagining they’re talking about Jolly Ranchers or sports drinks. That’s what I’m picturing.
“You always carry it in your purse?” asks the cashier. At this point I look up and see the other one holding this, clearly embarrassed:
“You spray it on your thing…” she hisses.
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Anonymous
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Trapp
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jd nyc
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Toddrod
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Kevin
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karpaydm
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coaster1robert
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Hugh

