Your Memories Are Slush

I am working a shift at the concessions stand, where we sell slushie drinks. As part of cinema regulations, we are not allowed to mix flavours, as the company makes money out of making people buy a sharers cup.

It’s the holiday season and a teenage girl walks up.

Girl: “I want a [slushie drink], and can you mix the flavours for me?”

Me: “I’m sorry, but we can’t mix flavours. We can offer you the sharers cup if you like?”

The girl replies in a whiny voice.

Girl: “I came in yesterday and the guy did it for me!”

Me: *completely deadpan* “Yesterday was Christmas Day.”