The reckoning manifested itself in the form of a tall brunette, with very large hair, in skin-tight jeans, red“cowboy boots, and an impressive, uh, chest that was encased in a tight reindeer sweater whose eyes were exactly in the nipple positions, for lack of a better explanation.
“He shook his head, but suppressed a shudder at the memory of the smell when they’d broken the cheese seal. “I have your dish ready to return. I figured you’d stop by to pick it up. I’m not used to this custom. It’s not something people do where I’m from. Sorry.” He shrugged.