Just Desserts

I'm at Earth Fare, getting Scott his celebratory creme brulee.

"Now, it doesn't have the crust on it," the lady says to me. "Is that okay?"

I stare. "Well, then, it's just pudding, isn't it?"

She blinks back at me. "So do you want me to fire it?"

"Yes, please."

"Okay."

I hope she didn't spit in it. Oh, well. It's not my dessert.

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