Sprinkled With A Dash of Worry
(I’ve been out with friends to see a show, and am coming home after midnight. My girlfriend is trans & likes reassurance sometimes, and I’m getting into bed trying not to wake her up.)
Girlfriend: *half asleep* “Hi. Give your best girl some t*tty sprinkles?”
Me: *laughs* “What?”
Girlfriend: *sadly* “But I’m your best girl…”
Me: “Of course, but what are t*tty sprinkles?”
(She then sleepily tickled my stomach, whispered ‘belly sprinkles,’ and fell back asleep.)
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