the kinky twinkie

in spite of my bitch-fest of a previous post, this week was not without it's moments of entertainment. on friday, after work, i went to restaurant depot to pick up the ton-o-shit that i normally buy there. i had the loaner car, a ford edge, from the dealer. i filled it...completely. i shit you not. cargo hold, back seat, front seat, this thing was packed like timmy's butt wound (sorry tim, couldn't resist). when i returned to the dealer to pick up my now healed explorer, a light crowd of mechanics/desk jockeys gathered to watch the chocolate store version of the clown car as i loaded the escape. i had warned them that i may be picking up a few things...maybe i underestimated.

second moment of entertainment:
satuday at the store, two older women came in (45 years old it turns out). they were poking around asking about this that and the other thing when they came to the twinkies. now keep in mind that I was in rare form on saturday and damn near anything was coming out of my mouth. it has been a while since i've dealt with that many customers and i was on people-overload. the lady asked if the twinkies were any good. I smiled and nodded.
"really?"
"yea, i normally don't like twinkies" (bigger smile)
"that much huh?"
"for sure!" really big smile.
"did you get kinky with the twinkie?"
holding the really big smile: "no...but it sounds like a pretty good idea."
"oooh...my...(fanning herself)...is it hot in here?"
"yup." (it was 80 degrees...but i'm not sure that's what she was talking about)
"i'll take two."

the banter continued through the transaction and as she walked out, i ran to the back room to laugh my fool head off. now before you go and tell me that i'm all talk (i'm well aware, thank you), i did make the sale and upsold her by at least $10. and hey, an ego boost doesn't hurt anybody now does it?