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Well, This is a Fine How-Do-You-Fluffernutter-Do?

I have been waiting and waiting for my fluffernutter sandwich and I demand service, people! I hate to eat out in public by myself and I was counting on the comfort of a fluffernutter to keep me company, but that rude waitress told me that the kitchen couldn't make me a fluffernutter. The nerve! I told her to go get her manager and she said that she is the manager and that I have five minutes before I have to leave. I just hope I can get my fluffernutter in that time. I hate sitting here all by myself. People may not be able to see my engagement ring and see that I am here by myself mostly by choice.

Crap. (Pardon me.) It's been five minutes and no sandwich. There is no way I'm leaving a tip. In fact, I think I'm going to steal that tip off a neighboring table and go buy my fluffernutter sandwich elsewhere.

4 comments:

  1. Oh, if I'd only known, I'd have joined you and acted out with you. I'm not sure about the fluffer on the peanut-butter, but I'm no sissy and would have at least tried it once, just to annoy the management. That's the kind of broad I am. Call me next time you want to annoy the management with a strange request. I'll be your rebellious companion anytime you like. I might even bring my fart machine and let you carry the remote control.

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  2. I happen to know the waitress was a mere waitress and not a Manager at all. Only a true Manager would even know how to make an honest Fluffernutter and Peanut butter Sandwich.

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  3. They don't sell Fluff in West Virginia. I have to send away for it. I grew up on Fluffanutters and see how good I turned out?

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