(It’s a busy Saturday night at our university’s convenience store, especially the counter that sells personal pizzas. I’ve been standing in line waiting to pick up dinner for several minutes, glancing around the busy store while I wait. Suddenly, I hear a familiar voice: the boy in my math class on whom I have an enormous crush, but have been too shy to ask out.)
Crush: “Hey, [My Name]!”
Me: “Oh! H-hi there, [Crush]. How are you?”
Crush: *excitedly* “We’re talking about FORCE POWERS!” *gestures to his friend* “Which do you like better, Force-pushing or Force-lightning?”
Me: “Cool! U-um… Well, I’m usually a good guy, so I like good guy powers, usually, but the Jedi aren’t always right, and Force lightning is always really cool, uh, if that makes sense, though I don’t know if it does? I mean, I usually like powers, but I always saw myself as just being good with a lightsaber; not that I don’t like Force powers! But, uh—”
Employee: “Miss?”
(I realize that the line has completely moved on ahead of me, and I’m next in line. I scoot up to the counter.)
Me: *to [Crush]* “See you later!” *I watch him go back to talking with his friend*
Employee: “What can I get for you, hon?”
Me: *dreamily* “Can I get a peppermint pizza, please?”
Employee: “A… what, now?”
Me: “A peppermint pizza.”
(I suddenly realize what I just said.)
Me: “Peppermint… Oh, my god. A PEPPERONI pizza, please.”
Employee: “It’s all right, hon. I think you’ve got it way, way worse than you realize.”
