Kiosk

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Photo: Mike Menzel

ADULT: Hello, how are you doing?
KIOSK LADY: Hey.
ADULT: They even asked “Do you really have everything you need?”, when my dad drove me here in his old Volvo.
KIOSK LADY: Excuse me?
ADULT: Nevermind.
KIOSK LADY: Is it your first festival?
ADULT: Why?
KIOSK LADY: Just asking. So, what do you need?
ADULT: Well, it’s a little awkward.
KIOSK LADY: It doesn’t have to. Condoms?
ADULT: What?
KIOSK LADY: Do you need Condoms?
ADULT: Ouh, no. Well… I… Well… I do need them, but the others brought some.
KIOSK LADY: I see.
ADULT: Yep.
KIOSK LADY:  Come on, just say it.
ADULT: Yeah, well… You know, yesterday I was in a hurry, so I just threw all my stuff into my bag. No surprise that happened.
KIOSK LADY: Beer?
ADULT: And then Marie showed up. Of course, I was even more distracted then.
KIOSK LADY: Chocolate? Toilet paper?
ADULT: Marie is my girlfriend. For two months already. Can you imagine my friends’ faces when I told them? Priceless.
KIOSK LADY: Charcoal lighter?
ADULT: Yeah, well…
KIOSK LADY: Sunblocker?
ADULT: It’s actually really cool that you have this kiosk thingy. But nevermind. Bye.
KIOSK LADY: Alright, I guess we’re back talking about condoms.
ADULT: See you. Whatever you forgot to bring with you – we probably have it at our small kiosk right next to the entrance. Small prices and smalltalk included.

Author: Ivo