So I walk in and do my routine where I ask for sample cups, but it's a total con because I've already tasted every flavor they have there at least 100 times, and the flavors are only rotated once a month or less. It's not just me; everyone's in on it--the cashier, the customer, and the heavenly yogurt gods who fashion this delicious treat and bestow it upon man. We pretend like we just wanna try a new flavor, but we're really just using the samplers to build miniature froyo dessert cups to steal.
When I go into public places, I try to do as little talking as possible which means I have to do as much pretend sign language as possible. So rather than ask Peter for a sample cup, I demonstrate the proportions of the sample cup using my fingers. Anyone who was watching this transaction probably thinks Peter asked me "how big do you think my penis is? If you get it right, you win a sample cup." I got it right.
Double-ironically, Peter is an Asian guy with THE DEEPEST VOICE YOU HAVE EVER HEARD IN YOUR LIFE. I have a deep voice, but this guy made me tremble in my shoes when he spoke. SAMPLE CUPS ANYONE. Every time this guy spoke, everyone in the Yogurt Land froze. Even the music froze, which made no sense.
The fun didn't stop with Peter and his imaginary penis. I went around and surveyed the different flavors, again, like it was my first time ever in the Yogurt Land. What's this? Vanilla?!? Right then, one of the Yogurt Serfs (toiling in this particular Yogurt Land) comes up to me and says "need any help finding anything?"
Now, if you've been in a Yogurtland, you know that this is no complicated retail store. Ask me in Macy's if I need help finding something. Ask me in Costco if I need help finding something. (Where's the jet engines?) But in Yogurtland, this makes no sense. Yogurtland has 3 things:
- Yogurt receptacles
- Tools to extract said yogurt from the receptacles
Naturally I asked him where the pet food was. In sign language.
ok... so finally read the yogurt post since now I spend sooooo much time a yogurtland, and because the Asian boy with the deep voice grunted something at me about paying for my yogurt the other night and I came face to face with "THE VOICE".
I love how you detail the experience of yogurtland. It's so accurate, so spot on, so...yogurty?
Great post! -oh and good job making room for a penis side story!
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