Monday, August 1, 2011

Day CCCXXVIII

No Eggcreamy Hea!

     Immediately I noticed there was more porn than Al would have permitted, he only had Playboy, a few others, and you had to ask for them. He kept them away from our kids, but this guy had them all up there, Playboy, Hustler, Penthouse, Screw, Mensworld. All the cheap crap for everyone to see, including kids.

     “Hea ya eggcreamy!” He smiled.

     “A ite!”

     I took a slow sip, and immediately noticed the difference when it touched the tip of my tongue as he looked on…waiting for my approval. I frowned, and
 
     “Dude, ya needs to put a lil less seltzer init…mmm, it could also use a lil mo milk, and syrup too, man,” I smiled as I gave him a little, I thought, constructive criticism.

     “Okee dokee!” He smiled, but I could see he was annoyed.

     The following Saturday, again I asked for one,

     “Yo man, how about an eggcreamy?”

     “Sorri no can make dem no more?”

     “How come dude?’’

     “No make eggcreamy!” Was his angry reply.

     “You’re going to lose customers, man.”

     “No mo eggcreamy!” He screamed, and walked away from me.

     I didn’t buy or say anything, I just turned around, left the store, and never went back. The sad thing is that wasn’t the only place, there were other places that had gone the same way. It’s like the new guy felt he had lost face or something, and instead of learning to make egg creams, he just stopped making them. At another place, the guy told me,

     “Just sell wat sells…you know move fast…no time for silly stuff,” and he said it with a face as serious as the grim reaper’s.

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