Her frozen yogurt is on the house.
“I’m giving you the homey discount,” the cashier explains.
I’m next in line, so naturally I ask him for the homey discount too.
“I don’t think so,” he says. “Your body isn’t as bangin’ as what she’s got.”
“But you concede that my body is somewhat bangin’,” I insist. “That’s got to be worth something.”
He thinks about it for a moment.
“One free topping,” he says. “One.”
So I add some fruit to my froyo because a somewhat bangin’ body does not come without sacrifice.