Monday, July 07, 2003 Smooth
The mate and I went to the Smoothie King once too often, and while we've never seen the monarch himself, we've seen one of his underlings--perhaps the Smoothie King's Grand Vizier--once too often, and he thinks we are all friends. He sits in the smoothie court talking and talking. The Smoothie courtesans never speak to us, but when we sit outside, we see them through the glass, coquettishly removing their visors and replacing them hastily when the hated Vizier is back. Still, our connection to the halls of smoothie power has its advantages, which almost outweigh the awkwardness.
The other day, the mate webt in to request a cup of ice water. The smoothie courtesans exchanged a languid glance and went to get him a tiny Dixie cup. Then the Smoothie Vizier appeared, and said, "Nah, he's cool. Get him the *big* cup."
32 ounces of iced tap water. It's like knowing a a Kennedy.
posted by Frenz | 7/07/2003 03:03:00 PM
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