When Life gives you Lemons

chili dill pickle

"Hey"

"Hey"

"So last night was a thing right, or was I just really drunk."

"Nah."

"So..."

"What sort of lemonade do you want."

"I don't know, gluten free?"

"What?"

"You pick something."

"Woah- too much responsibility, back up."

"Beep. Beep. Beep."

"Haha, very funny."

"I'm glad you thought so."

"How about invisible lemonade?"

"How does that work?"

"You tip me. A lot."

"How about no."

"How about chili dill pickle?"

"Sure."

"Wait seriously?"

"Seriously."

"Ookay then."

Christoph hangs up the phone, then fills up a styrofoam cup with chili dill pickle lemonade, and while shuddering at the stench, brings it over to her house, which had recently hosted a bonfire.

"What is that smell?"

"Rotten egg."

"..."

"Here's your lemonade."

"Why do you even sell that thing"

"There's this woman who buys it every other day, and she tips well."

"Eugh," she stops, and Christoph becomes nervous at the glint in her eyes, "Cooper would love the smell of this."

Christoph sighs, and while he feels her boyfriend Cooper deserves this for cheating, he can't help but feel sorry for the poor guy.

"Let's go, partner in crime."

"If we get caught, you're paying bail."

"How would I be able to do that if I'm in jail with you?"

"Eh, I don't know. You're scary, you could make it work."

"Yeah, you're right."

"Hey... How many times have you actually drunk the lemonade I brought you?"

"...Actually, not a lot. People piss me off often."

"Yeah, I can tell."

"It's mostly you Chris."

"Ouch."

"Quit complaining, it's an honor!"

"You're scary."

"Yeah, yeah, now let's go and say hi to Cooper's car."