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So I work at a fast food chain that’s super well known for being overly friendly and polite. I’m an outside order taker there, and sometimes have to make small talk with customers while I get their change/wait for the line to move.
I love my regulars and do my best to get to know anyone new. Today, I had a new person come through and the line was super slow, so we ended up chatting for a good bit. I’m one of those people who’s sort of “friends with everyone” so, I enjoy this part of the job a lot. After chatting for a bit, and working up a good dynamic, I noticed she had what looked a lot like a box of little Debbie’s snack cakes on her passenger seat. Brownies, to be specific. These were no ordinary brownies, however, these had classic cartoon characters on the box, and at the top in that all too familiar lettering was written: “Fruity pebbles”.
As the resident chubby guy at my work, it was my duty to investigate a possibly delicious limited time snack cake, so, (and here’s where I messed up) I asked what they were.
Suddenly our dynamic majorly shifted, her eyes widened like I’d just asked her to help me steal the Declaration of Independence.
“The uh, what?” She asked
“The fruity pebbles brownies!” I replied innocently, “are those new? I’ve never seen them”
She turned bright red and in almost a whisper said “No… they’re not new.”
Probably should’ve dropped it, but being as genuinely innocent (and mostly hungry for fruity pebble brownies) I was asked “That’s crazy! Where can I get some?”
“I don’t think you’d like them” she replied
“Why not” I asked, as I love me some brownies and sugar coated flakes of food coloring.
“It’s uh…” and then she whispered the answer.
“Sorry?” I asked
“It’s marijuana.” She said, like she was breaking news to a child. (Weed is very illegal in my little South Carolina town.)
I’m sure I turned a similar shade of red to her.
“Ah,” I replied, “goootcha.”
She nodded and chuckled (my awkwardness was hilarious I guess)
“That’s cool!” I announced “I mean, I don’t do that, but it’s cool you do.”
“Thanks.” She said.
The line was starting to move at that point, there was no way I could salvage this. She comes back all the time now, I avoid her car out of sheer embarrassment.
TL;DR: I mistook some pot brownies for a delicious snack, and my chubby curiosity lead me down a path of embarrassment.
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