Bubble Waffles

I smell the girl making the “Bubble waffles” today. They always make them here until 9pm and then they stop selling them. 

I’m here at 9:02 PM wanting something sweet and breaded to put into my mouth and I smell such a thing behind the counter in the waffle iron and I’m like are the bubble waffles still available and she’s like No, we only sell them until 9pm. 

Now it’s 9:03 PM and I’m looking at the waffles trying to imply hmm it seems like you’re going to sell them to me or they’re going to waste and she looks back at me, confused, like no one’s ever been so bold as to ask for waffles after 9pm before, like no one’s ever suggested maybe we could make a deal where you put those freshly cooked waffles sitting right there 10 inches from your body onto a plate and take my money and hand them to me so I can eat them, break the rules a little bit, and she looks back at me like i’m a retarded criminal, her face morphing from confused to pissed off, and restates: we only sell them before 9pm. And I say okay then! with an aw shucks smile and go sit back in my seat. And type all these words while she throws them away.