I cock my head and wonder where the hell this guy came from. Why is he so bothered by this? And why am I bothered by him being bothered? What the fuck? What a weird turn my life has taken. I’m out of the booth before I can think twice about what I’m even doing and return with another chocolate frosted with rainbow sprinkles. (Not chocolate sprinkles because what’s the point of that, Jake? You can’t even see them.)
