I NEVER SAW HIM AGAIN

A car dealer named Edward came in to work today seeking some new drink to quench his thirst. Now, Edward is a cool guy--the smooth black man with the nice car, nice wardrobe (think custom-made pants), confident exterior--the kind of guy you would never suspect of having a smoking problem or marital failures. Still, I didn't expect his sense of humor to reach the point we got to as I made his drink.

[Me putting in pumps of syrup required by drink beverage standards]
Edward: What's that?
Me: Orphan blood.
Edward: Ooooo, I love orphan blood!
[We both rave about the qualities of orphan blood]

[Edward swishing drink around, trying to decide if he likes it or not]
Edward: It's not bad. I think it tastes better the colder it gets.
Me: Well, I did throw a chunk of my heart in there so it should be getting pretty cold.
Edward: Yes, I knew it! No wonder it tastes so good.


Edward, you were the highlight of my day.