“I’m gettin’ kind of sleepy,” I said. “Do you want to drive for a while?”
“I’m not sure they let 13-year-olds drive, dad…”
“Even in Alabama?”
“Fraid not,” she said. “Suck it up, buttercup.”
“I gotta coffee up then,” I told her, pulling off to the next truck stop we approached.
As I went to pay for my gas station crappuccino, the cashier pushed a packaged honeybun in my direction.
“No thanks,” I told her, sliding it back to her.
“No, you don’t understand, sugah,” she smiled, pushing it back towards me. “It’s free with a large coffee.”
“I’m not interested,” I grinned back at her, picking it up and slapping it back down on the counter.
“I ain’t kiddin’,” she repeated. “They’re havin’ one of them promotions where you get a free honeybun when you buy a large coffee.”
“I’m allergic,” I told her.
“You’re allergic to honeybuns?” she laughed. “Why, I ain’t never heard of anybody that was allergic to honeybuns!”
“It’s true,” I told her, taking my coffee and backing away from the counter. “Every time I eat one, I break out in fat.”
A couple of years ago my sister and I were going to WW every Sat morning. On the way my sister would stop to get a large coffee and there was always a "free treat"--Oreos, Honeybuns, etc. We had the HARDEST time trying to convince the cashier that no, we did not want them.
ReplyDeleteGuess I should be thankful that random cashiers are the worst food pushers in my life ;-)
Go Bama!...Alabama girl here..where are your people from ? as we would say down thar
ReplyDeleteGot a niece in HuntsVegas... everyone met at her place this year.
DeleteThanks for the morning chuckle!
ReplyDeleteI love it! That will be my new getaway line..
ReplyDeleteHA! That's perfect!
ReplyDeleteHilarious and so true...
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