Dite's Decadent Delights, Monday Afternoon
Of all the things Karla was expecting when she walked to Dite's today, a delivery man toting a cardboard box over five feet tall was not on the list. Anywhere.
"Huh?" Karla was ever so eloquent sometimes.
"Delivery." In case Karla had missed that. "Sign here, please." The delivery guy handed her a clipboard, which she signed without even thinking. Looking it over, the receipt seemed to be for a...
"WHO THE HELL SPENT THREE HUNDRED DOLLARS ON A FIVE FOOT TALL METAL COCK?!?"
The delivery guy shrugged. "I'm just delivering it." He eyed the store. "This is definitely the address listed." And the only store where it would be even slightly appropriate, was implied by his expression. "Sorry, no refunds."
And as Karla was still boggling at him, he snatched the clipboard back, tore off the yellow carbon copy and shoved it back at her, and then fled the scene, leaving her with... a giant cardboard box that contained a metal cock only a little shorter than she was. There was nothing else to do but open it and see what kind of monstrosity had been bought with company funds. Maybe she could turn it into some kind of...publicity stunt? Advertising scheme? Prank to pull on someone else? Something?
Opening it up, Karla found herself face-to-face with exactly what was advertised: a five-foot tall, brightly colored, metal cock:
Laughing hysterically, Karla left it right there, outside the door. Why not? IT WAS FULL OF WHIMSY!
[Cut contains image. Everything actually SFW, but discretion is advised.]
"Huh?" Karla was ever so eloquent sometimes.
"Delivery." In case Karla had missed that. "Sign here, please." The delivery guy handed her a clipboard, which she signed without even thinking. Looking it over, the receipt seemed to be for a...
"WHO THE HELL SPENT THREE HUNDRED DOLLARS ON A FIVE FOOT TALL METAL COCK?!?"
The delivery guy shrugged. "I'm just delivering it." He eyed the store. "This is definitely the address listed." And the only store where it would be even slightly appropriate, was implied by his expression. "Sorry, no refunds."
And as Karla was still boggling at him, he snatched the clipboard back, tore off the yellow carbon copy and shoved it back at her, and then fled the scene, leaving her with... a giant cardboard box that contained a metal cock only a little shorter than she was. There was nothing else to do but open it and see what kind of monstrosity had been bought with company funds. Maybe she could turn it into some kind of...publicity stunt? Advertising scheme? Prank to pull on someone else? Something?
Opening it up, Karla found herself face-to-face with exactly what was advertised: a five-foot tall, brightly colored, metal cock:
Laughing hysterically, Karla left it right there, outside the door. Why not? IT WAS FULL OF WHIMSY!
[Cut contains image. Everything actually SFW, but discretion is advised.]