“Huh. Maybe we should check your box back there labeled ‘tools’?” I motion my thumb behind me and cock my head to the side. She freezes and slowly turns around. “Don’t open that box.” We stare at each other in silence before her eyes get big. “Oh my God.” Her face pales. “The box fell over. I put everything back.” “You touched my sex toys!?” she screeches. I furrow my eyebrows and play dumb. “Toys? I thought you said they were tools?” Slack-jawed, she faces the windows with a palm across her forehead and mutters, “This isn’t happening right now.”
