Popcorn Natzi Flirt

He strolled through the customer lounge 3 times before saying anything. Finally he stops and says “so uhhh do you like popcorn?”

Noticing the popcorn machine in the corner (that he seems to be fond of), i nod in ackowledgment and say “yah who doesn’t”

“Feel free to help yourself to some!” he says “That’s what it’s there for.”

“Thanks, but it’s a little early… i’ll just wait for my car and grab something on the road.”

“We just popped it this morning, it’s fresh and everything. Stays hot too.”

I smile (fakely and forced) and nod my head

“There’s bags underneath the machine” he walks closer to the machine

“Ohhh cool” I say (not knowing what else to possibly say… it’s getting weird)

“Are you sure you don’t want some?” he asks in an i-just-don’t-understand-why-you-wouldn’t want-some-popcorn-what-the-fuck-is-wrong-with-you sort of way.

“I’m sure”

“Well if you change your mind, there’s a scoop inside the machine… the bags are here-“

“Okay okay fine… give me some fucking popcorn!”

He smiled and proudly and handed me a bag of fresh popped corn.

I enjoyed it and ate it casually as i watched him stroll in and out of the customer lounge another 4 or 5 times.

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3 thoughts on “Popcorn Natzi Flirt

  1. Hey SeLiNa.

    You’ve done it again!

    Too funny and we’ve all been there!

    I hope all is well.

    Take care out there, SeLiNa!

    Your Pal,

    Zambo.

  2. See? He was right. He knew you would enjoy the popcorn. Why do you have to be such a hard-ass all the time? Hehe.

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