Sometimes truth is stranger than the Cheese Shop sketch.
As I stopped by the local national-chain sandwich shop this evening to get a fast dinner (don’t laugh too hard if you’ve been to Subway before), I decided that the remaining raspberry cheesecake cookies on the counter rack looked relatively appetizing. I asked for three, and the young lady proceeded to get tongs and remove them.
“That’s fine,” I replied.
“They’re very crumbly,” she said.
Decision time. Should I follow the trail blazed by Mr. Cleese four decades earlier and just blurt out, “I don’t care how ****ing crumbly they are! Bring on the raspberry cheesecake cookies with all due haste and speed!”?
Answer: “That’s fine.”
I’m sure she either didn’t comprehend the ironic smile on my face, or else she called the police and I’m being surveilled for sexual harassment.
Let’s go somewhere together and utter curt profanities at stupid teenagers until one of us gets run in and the other one has to come with the bail money.
Comment by sledpress — May 22, 2011 @ 10:48 pm
I like!
Comment by Frontier Former Editor — May 23, 2011 @ 8:44 pm