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fandomtownies2019-11-19 12:06 pm
intraspective) wrote in fandomtownies2019-11-19 12:06 pm
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Pick Your Poison, Tuesday
"No, I ain't gonna do that," Iris said, not looking up from the delicate seal work she was doing in preparation for a special order for a different customer. "It ain't even goin' to work, I'm tellin' you that right now. Your bad cookin' ain't goin' be fixed by my makin' a perfume that smells like Thanksgivin' dinner. I could do it, but ain't no one really want to smell like gravy, sweet potatoes, and turkey, don't even try."
The irate customer ranted at her about it; she didn't really listen.
"And marshmallows," she added, "some of you lot do that to your poor potatoes too, don't you? I ain't makin' no perfume or room spray or soap or bubble bath or anythin' that smells like all of that and the door's that way."
A beat.
"And, seriously, there are 'bout a million food orderin' services these days. One of 'em ought to suit your needs better than a terrible, horrible disguise. Out."
The customer stormed out.
Pick Your Poison is Open!
[And OCD free!]
The irate customer ranted at her about it; she didn't really listen.
"And marshmallows," she added, "some of you lot do that to your poor potatoes too, don't you? I ain't makin' no perfume or room spray or soap or bubble bath or anythin' that smells like all of that and the door's that way."
A beat.
"And, seriously, there are 'bout a million food orderin' services these days. One of 'em ought to suit your needs better than a terrible, horrible disguise. Out."
The customer stormed out.
Pick Your Poison is Open!
[And OCD free!]