Risky Business
I slid down the display case, eyes getting wider as I took in each new possibility. But in the end, there could only be one. Tossing a furative glance over my shoulder at South Station's demanding train schedule, I decided this was no time for hesitation.
"Exuse me, sir," confident-me interjected, "May I have a Chocolate Orgasm?"
Not batting an eye, he parried, "Will it just be the one?"
"Yes," I confirmed.
"One Chocolate Orgasm, that'll be $2.50."
I handed him 3 dollars and with a departing wink said "Keep the change."
"Exuse me, sir," confident-me interjected, "May I have a Chocolate Orgasm?"
Not batting an eye, he parried, "Will it just be the one?"
"Yes," I confirmed.
"One Chocolate Orgasm, that'll be $2.50."
I handed him 3 dollars and with a departing wink said "Keep the change."