Where We Keep The Gold Label S’Mores

(It is a beautiful night and everyone is having bonfires. A group of teenage girls walk in.)

Girl: “Hi, do you guys have any marshmallows?”

Me: *looks around* “Sorry, looks like we’re all out.”

Girl: “But what if you REALLY need them?”

(I turned towards my coworker.)

Me: “My God…”

Coworker: “It’s time. Get out your key.”

(We then started pretending that we had a top-secret marshmallow stash behind the counter.)

Me: “Do you think the retina scan is going to work with my contacts in?”

(The girl finally realized that we were blatantly making fun of her and quickly left with her friends. The secret stash became an instant classic at our gas-station.)