A while back, as a young, innocent, naive teenage cashier, I used to enjoy making small talk with customers. So one evening around eight PM, man comes in and buys three spray cans of whipped cream.
Me: "Good evening! Whacha doing with all this whipped cream?"
Him: (leery eyes) "How old are you?"
Me: "Sixteen."
Him: "Then I'm making a pie."
Me: "Good evening! Whacha doing with all this whipped cream?"
Him: (leery eyes) "How old are you?"
Me: "Sixteen."
Him: "Then I'm making a pie."
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