Chocolate tizzy

Chocolate was not on the agenda, nor the menu, but she insisted, like “go-back-to-the-kitchen” insisted, in a major-bitch-fit insisted...........the kitchen, now closing, the staff frozen while the alert kitchen boy ran out to the street, and rounded the corner. In the meantime, the staff came awake and tried to look busy scurrying here and there accomplishing nothing, while the the boy scooped up five snickers bars, two stale cookies, and a fudge bar from the convenience store two doors away. Rushing back, the lad was out of breath, but laden with possibilities. As the door swung open, the kitchen staff exploded in a Tizzy worthy of a queen and most happy for the distraction. Truth was, she was a spoiled, belligerent child of a family who encouraged and coddled her with a casual, vacant, love, which was a curse from which she'd never recover, struck down from the stresses of extreme indulgence prematurely at a very early age.

But no matter, the chocolate bars went in a saute pan, add crumbled cookies, some nuts, some random fruit (pineapple & maraschino cherries rescued from the bar), a splash of liqueur, topped with a semi-melted fudge bar, whipped cream, and a...cherry.  
Waaaa - Lahhhhh!
 

They all gathered 'round the family now reveling in the desert, smiling and laughing while charging an additional $65 on top of a six hundred dinner tab. A fair trade, if you can bear the annoyance. And by the time they finished closing the kitchen that night, they'd not only forgotten, but their laughter trailed down the empty streets with them, fading as they disbanded.     

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