As Roberta pocketed her packet without looking at the label, Dwight took both of his and tore them open. Bea just smiled. "Careful now, Mister! Don't say I didn't warn you about eating too quickly."
Dwight growled. "I don't need advice from some girl wearing a big costume tail hawking peanuts."
Bea continued to smile, this time to herself as her very-real tail fluttered. "If you say so!"
Dwight was about to retort with some particularly R-rated language, but stopped when he noticed a little girl run up to Bea. She couldn't have been more than ten years old. "Can I have a pack of chocolate peanuts, please?"
"Of course!" Before Bea could even mention free samples, the little girl eagerly pushed some money at her, and she happily exchanged it for a packet.
"Thank you, squirrel lady!" The little girl skipped away, ready to tear into her snack.
"Damn k1ds," Dwight poured a mixed handful of Honey Roasted and Extra Salty into his palm, and then shoveled them into his mouth and crunched down. "Brats are nothing but troub--." His lips puckered as he swallowed.
"Are you all right, sir?" Roberta asked.
"Yeah, yeah, just the goddamn salty..." He shoveled more nuts into his mouth and continued to chew. "And you!" He pointed at Bea. "What the fuck is with that squirrel get-up? This whole place is..." His face convulsed as his stomach began to twist. "Ugh...damn it." He held his gut. He looked around and saw a restroom, and then glared at Roberta. "You stay here until I get back." He then pointed at Bea. "And you! I'll have words for you once I...urgh!"
Dwight ran for the rest room like his insides were on fire.
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