The Whip Cream Incident
As many of you know, I am a friendly guy who likes to talk with people. I always consider this to be a positive attribute. Barbara doesn't always agree with my assessment of my better qualities.
The other night we found ourselves at Publix Supermarket near our home.
I had baked a new recipe for a Cannoli Cheese Cake, which I was going to bring to a BBQ swim party at the beach. The recipe called for covering the top of the cake with whip cream and chocolate chip morsels as a finishing touch. Since I couldn’t make my own whip cream at the beach, I thought it prudent to buy a can of Whip Cream to take with me.
We both entered the store and I proceeded to the back of the store to get the can of whip cream. We then approached the cashier with it.
The cashier, a woman of about 45-50 asked. “anything else?”
“No,” I said, “that’s all she asked me to get. She’s a little Kinky”, I replied innocently.
The cashier was taken aback for a second, seeming to process what I had said. She started to smile, then giggle, then laugh. The bag boy, a young man in his late teens, also grinned and giggled. Barbara turned bright red.
“He baked a cake!” she almost shouted.
“I did bake a cake,” I said. “But that’s only one use for the whip cream”.
The cashier kept looking between Barbara and I, and giggling. Barbara continued to turn even redder.
The young female manager came over to see what the laughing was all about. The cashier related what had just been said, causing the manager to laugh along with the cashier and bag boy. Barbara kept getting redder.
“I’ll bet this is the most fun you’ve had with a customer today, isn’t it?” Barbara asked the cashier.
“I have to say. its the most fun I’ve had in a long while with a customer. You guys are such fun,” the cashier replied.
“It’s for a cake,” Barbara kept insisting while continuing to blush furiously.
The cashier turned to me and said, “she’s gong to kill you when you get home”.
I laughed and said,“ I have the car keys.
“Well then, she’s going to kill you in the parking lot” the cashier said grinning at me.
“Probably” I said laughing. Barbara who was still red started to laugh also.
We continued laughing as we exited the store and laughed about it for the rest of the night.
It’s a good thing Barbara has a sense of humor, or I WOULD BE dead.