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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