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.


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,


  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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