The waiter smiled broadly, "Yes sir. We make fresh every day, and we sell out. I personally squeeze it out every morning." He stretched his arms out wide. "Big batches."
"That's actually disturbing," I said. To this day, I still torture myself by allowing fleeting thoughts run through my mind about what the process of making that orgy juice might look like. "Does your boss know you make this juice?"
The waiter looked surprised at my question. "Yes, sir. He's in the back squeezing out a new batch right now."
I needed to solve this mystery. "Can you point to someone who's drinking the orgy juice?"
The waiter looked around briefly and then pointed to a woman sitting at the table behind me. I turned around casually to get a look.
"Ahhh, just as I suspected. That is orange juice!"
The waiter nodded excitedly in agreement. "Yes, sir, orgy juice."
"I would keep calling it orgy juice. I'm sure it will continue to be a big hit."
"That's actually disturbing," I said. To this day, I still torture myself by allowing fleeting thoughts run through my mind about what the process of making that orgy juice might look like. "Does your boss know you make this juice?"
The waiter looked surprised at my question. "Yes, sir. He's in the back squeezing out a new batch right now."
The waiter looked around briefly and then pointed to a woman sitting at the table behind me. I turned around casually to get a look.
"Ahhh, just as I suspected. That is orange juice!"
The waiter nodded excitedly in agreement. "Yes, sir, orgy juice."
"I would keep calling it orgy juice. I'm sure it will continue to be a big hit."